I have been sorely tempted to work with a publishing company that does the marketing and publishing but it is pricey and you are basically paying someone to publish instead of being paid to publish. It is a mix of vanity and self publishing.
Sooo I am going to review my book again, find ways to improve it and continue the query process. I have has some good feedback and suggestions and will consider all of those things as I continue the journey.
The good news is, I have written about three chapters of the second book and my characters are changing and growing. I am learning so much in the fiction class that I am taking and I will look at my transcript differently and with new tools as I review it this time.
The process can be frustrating and even a little discouraging but I am truly enjoying the adventure. It is opening a completely new world for me and I love every minute of it. I am anxious to finish this project and begin another chapter. Maybe a poetry chapbook or another fiction genre. There are only the boundaries we impose on ourselves.
I have been so caught in Holiday planning and life that it has been awhile since I sent in a submission. I did that today and I will begin to look with vigor again after the 1st of the year.
I want to share my thoughts of Christmas. It is such a special time of year and yet it seems the beauty of the real Christmas gets lost in the shuffle of buying and getting and we lose so much. The reality is so beautiful.
A child was born all those years ago to save all of us. We are given free choice by our living God and we so often choose badly. God knows our shortcomings and as long as we can admit that, He is willing to forgive.
Christ takes on all of our sins. Dies, to give us eternal life. It sounds like a fairy-tale and yet all these years have passed and the promise is still real. We have this beautiful promise. In a short 30 some years Christ did more for mankind than any one can ever, ever do again. The ultimate gift.
My hope for this year is that more of us will embrace the true reason for the season and not let the hoopla interfere. I want to see more than lights and gifts and decorations that are all superficial. I want my family and each person who reads this blog to be Blessed by this season. To feel a real connection to Christ and his purpose. WE may not know the exact date that Christ was born but this celebration is for the purpose of reminding us what Our Father did to allow us, weak and selfish as we are, to have the opportunity for eternal life. I hope you take time to really meditate on the story of Jesus’s birth and life. I hope the true reason for Christmas will manifest itself in your heart for the entire year and continue to uplift you and bring you Joy!
A blank canvas waiting for life to..
imprint the motion of creatures and man.
A squirrel dances gingerly under the
tutu of an oak with a barren top.
The cat shakes her paw
wonders at the feel of…
A single flake,a unique design
no other can duplicate.
Like a finger print
not one the same.
created by God
A poem for Veterans. God Bless you for serving our country.
Many of our Veterans live with trauma, mental and physical and we need to be aware of their sacrifice.
A warrior wears his battle scars
with pride upon his face.
Across his breast a row of stars,
he brings us no disgrace.
He’s welcomed with a big parade,
“Hero,” they proclaim;
but in his heart the whole charade
pounds within his brain.
The memories haunt his every dream
no sleep is ere content.
Faces; women and children scream
the weapon’s round is spent.
Each life is counted on this earth.
All children are held dear.
Somewhere she who gave him birth,
shall never hold him near.
The terrors implode, consume his life.
He can’t live with this heavy yoke.
He has no friends, no job, nor wife.
He’s hungry, lonely and broke.
“It’s a syndrome,” some big name,
“Send him to a shrink. ”
There has to be something to blame,
but it’s not what one would think.
He is not weak or just depressed.
His demon’s drive him mad!
Another “Hero” is sent to test,
we say, “It’s just too bad.”