About Julie Belmont
Hi, I'm Julie—equal parts visual artist and writer, with a creative compass that never stops spinning. Whether I’m sketching soulful portraits or penning plot twists, I’m always chasing stories and beauty in equal measure.
My latest book, WRITE NOW! It’s Never Too Late, is a kick-in-the-pants (with heart) for anyone who's waited long enough to write that book. A guide for legacy, healing, joy, or just plain fun—it’s packed with guidance, real talk, humor, and the kind of wisdom you only get by living a little.
On the fiction front, I’m deep into my Cozy Mystery series, Bad Blood in the Bayou. Book One—Framed, The series follows former forensic photographer turned lens-for-hire with a knack for catching more than just smiles—Jessica Martin. She manages to always be one click away from a mystery. Book Two—Wide-Angle—lands in August 2025, and trust me, the plot thickens like roux in a gumbo.
Past books include The Path to Personal Success and Freedom, Creativity Business Plan for Artists and Artists at Heart, and co-authoring the bestseller Live the Life You Love, Seizing Your Success. Oh—and Chloe’s Journey, my first children’s book inspired by my beloved rescue pup. (Spoiler: there’s a series barking to get out.)
I've been a freelance writer for over 30 years—articles, poems, blogs, stories... you name it, I’ve probably written it. Sometimes as Julie Belmont, sometimes as Jennifer Rogers, and occasionally as a ghostwriter.
As an artist, I capture the essence of my subjects—animal, human, or otherwise—with heart and a spark of imagination. I love commissioned pieces that blend your vision with my inspiration..
Creativity is my tool. Advocacy is my mission. A portion of every project supports rescues, shelters, and causes that protect animals, marine life, and this wild, wonderful planet we call home.
Rescued Feathered Friends
Happy Hummingbird
Here we have a little and very friendly, or maybe just grateful Hummingbird. Somehow, the tiny bird got itself trapped in the dome skylight by the front door and couldn't find a way out. It kept flying into the glass, and I was afraid it was going to knock itself out. I ran to get a broom to see if it would perch on the broom long enough to get it out in the open. When I came back out, I didn't see it flying around the skylight. I was relieved as I thought for a moment it freed itself and was safe. The joy lasted a fleeting second. When I looked down on the ground, there it was motionless. I thought it might be dead, but it was too soon to give up. I ran back inside, got a little box, paper towel, a teaspoon, a tiny dropper, and some sugar. I was hoping and praying that by the time I went back out, it would have flown away. Unfortunately, it just laid there. Did I see a slight flutter of the minuscule wing or was it my imagination?
I was not about to give up on this petite bird. I carefully placed it in the small box lined with the fluffed-up and slightly moist paper towel, I put a little bowl with sugar water and with the dropper carefully placed a drop of the solution by his still tiny beak. I gave it another drop. This time it wasn’t wishful thinking, his wing did flutter, and his head moved toward the tip of the dropper. I put a bit of the sugar water in the teaspoon, and I watched in amazement as the little fellow started to drink on its own and stood up in the box. I carefully offered my finger for it to perch on, and you guessed it. It hopped up on my finger like it was a familiar branch. He drank some more, looked around, and let me take the picture before flying off on a new and hopefully safer adventure. Leaving me behind with the loveliest of memories.
I was not about to give up on this petite bird. I carefully placed it in the small box lined with the fluffed-up and slightly moist paper towel, I put a little bowl with sugar water and with the dropper carefully placed a drop of the solution by his still tiny beak. I gave it another drop. This time it wasn’t wishful thinking, his wing did flutter, and his head moved toward the tip of the dropper. I put a bit of the sugar water in the teaspoon, and I watched in amazement as the little fellow started to drink on its own and stood up in the box. I carefully offered my finger for it to perch on, and you guessed it. It hopped up on my finger like it was a familiar branch. He drank some more, looked around, and let me take the picture before flying off on a new and hopefully safer adventure. Leaving me behind with the loveliest of memories.
Rescued Ravens
A friend called me frantically asking for my help. He had found a couple of blackbirds discarded by his work garbage bin. He was afraid they were dying. They were motionless and barely making any sounds. It appeared their tail feathers had been cut off. He ran back to his work and got a box. He placed them in the box and observed them for a while. He wasn’t too hopeful, he thought he may be bringing home a couple of dead birds. I told him to bring them home and we would do our best. By the time I saw them, they seemed to be moving a little bit, maybe it was the comfort of the old towel he put in the box with them, which made them feel somebody cared. They were small, but I thought a bit of soft cat can food, could be the thing to get them going. Once again, I used my trusty medicine dropper, filled it with water and got them to drink. For some reason we thought it was a clever idea to feed them the cat food with chopsticks. It resembled a beak of sorts and they adapted to it. Within hours they were perking up and moving about. That was the start of healing, bonding, and eventually letting them fly free once they got older. Their tail feathers grew, and they started flying. At first in and out of the cage that my handy friend built for them. Later from the back porch to the fence. And on one wonderful, sunny day, they flew from my hands to the fence, from the fence to the tree, and from the tree upward and onward. For a while they still came around, and then we saw them join others flying by and we knew our rescues had joined their new feathered family and they flew free, like they were meant to be.
Books
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Chloe's Journey
Chloe is a little dog who never gave up. She looked at life with a positive attitude. She overcame fears and adapted to situations, making the best of things. Facing loss and then gaining more than she could have ever imagined. Join her in her journey.
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Creativity Business Plan for Artists and
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The Path to Personal Success and Freedom
The Path to Personal Success and Freedom; Turning Hurdles into Steppingstones is a book for those who have dreams but somehow feel held back by self-imposed hurdles and need a little assistance in getting on track. Julie has been able to simplify this agenda by extracting valuable lessons obtained from many seminars and countless books and clearly, concisely and with wit brought to the reader the positive elements in direct form. She herself practices these principles and enjoys the harmony and success they bring to her life. This book is about taking steps to improve life by transforming the perception and smoothing out roadblocks so we can enjoy the journey as well as the destination.
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Live the Life you Love; Seizing your Success
Julie Belmont, along with teachers, entrepreneurs, successes, and stars come together in this volume to reveal their keys to personal success in relationships, in business and in life. From self-realization guru Dr. Wayne Dyer to basketball superstar Jerry "Dr. Memory" Lucas, each one of these contributors speaks from a slightly unique perspective. Overcoming obstacles, perceiving your true purpose, finding the courage to be passionate about what you do best: everyone can learn from these leaders in business, training, teaching, and industry. Success isn't a gift; you must seize it. This is the manual.
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