In the interest of honesty and full disclosure, I will honestly disclose that I started my blog – this blog – because I wrote a book. And I wanted a way to promote and advertise said book. You may have seen it around here – Return In Time.
And now I’ve written another book, Somewhere To Belong. Amazing, I know.
But it turns out I’m not very good at
hawking, hustling, pushing, promoting my book(s). It turns out, having a blog is about way more than promoting a book. It’s a whole lot of fun meeting amazing people who have even more amazing things to say. I have to admit, I read other people’s posts way more than I post or comment. It’s my Guilty Addiction.
I would also say, in the interest of full disclosure, that I’m not very good at writing about being an indie-author. I’d rather write about romance, and life and humor, and stuff that interests me. I’m a big fan of humor. I can be serious, if needed, but it’s not my strongest trait. Besides, that’s what day jobs are for.
Since I started blogging I’ve hopped around to a lot of other blogs sites. Often I am amazed at the writing I have found, and often intimidated. Usually by the beauty of their written words. Keep in mind that beauty takes many forms. There’s beauty in sharing, in caring, in spiritual inspiration and humor. The blog sphere is like a treasure chest that’s large and grand and full of sparkly gems. Some are finely cut, highly polished and set with gold, and some are gems still in their natural rough form, but all have their special value.
I am grateful for them all, the ones I visit and the ones who visit me. I know I’m a small fish in a very big pond, but God Bless you all, I’m loving the company. I’m having fun and flowing with the tide.
So, in the interest of full disclosure, let me say; Thanks to you all, just for being here.
Enjoy Always, T
Experience is a grand teacher, perhaps the best.
It’s all well and good to sit in a class room and listen to a speaker or read through a text book for all the important bits of interesting information, but in the long run, (and trust me, I’ve had a very long run) experience is the best teacher.
Before experience all you have is a concept. (Like the Big Bang Theory – I LEA that show.) I may think I’ll react a certain way in a certain circumstance, but until I experience said circumstance, I really don’t know. I only have a concept, an idea, or a theory. It’s only when the ‘circumstance’ actually happens that I really get to test my concept, idea or theory. Only then do I really know what I would really do, because I did it. Understand?? I certainly hope so. If not, then that’s okay, because that’s the experience you’re having regarding understanding this post…. but I digress.
I may think I’m a good swimmer, but what will I really experience if I fall off a raft while shooting the rapids? Or heaven forbid, off my yacht while in the middle of the ocean. I won’t know for sure until it happens. (No, I don’t really have a yacht, remember, this is still a concept.)
Once upon a time, I had a concept of what it would be like to be a published author. In particular, a published indie author. I read and read and read all about authors and the publishing industry and I was sure I knew what I was doing and what to expect. But NO, I was wrong. Not completely wrong, but fairly wrong. It’s been much better and much worse than I expected. That’s the thing about reality, it’s rarely the way we imagine it to be. It was only when I had the experience that I was able to really know how it felt – for me. And only for me. For everyone else, the experience is different.
And that’s another blessing. No matter how many times we hear about how it is for someone else, no matter how many times we image how it will be for ourselves, only the experience will provide the proof.
So I say, God Bless the Experience. It’s the only way to live. And may I suggest that you go out and have a few of your own, experiences that is.
Have fun and Enjoy Always, T
Perhaps you remember a Christmas when you got that one special gift. The one you really wanted. The one that made waking up on Christmas morning seem all so magical, because you knew Santa had heard your special wish and made it come true. We had a Christmas like that when my daughter Kelsey was three years old.
Kelsey had one special wish for Christmas that year. All she wanted was a My Size Barbie ™.
The Mattel toy company had come out with a life size Barbie doll that stood about three feet tall and came with a variety of physical characteristics. If you were lucky you could find one that looked very much like the little girl who would receive it. You could choose the color of the skin, hair and eyes from the many dolls available. A life size playmate for little girls, and they could even wear the beautiful princess gowns that came with the doll.
This one special doll was the only thing my daughter Kelsey wanted for Christmas, and her dad and I wanted very much to fill the wish of our darling daughter, so we went to the local toy stores to check out the life-size Barbie dolls.
The dolls were quite lovely. Some had blond hair and blue eyes, some had black hair and dark eyes and there were ones like Kelsey with long brown hair and soft brown eyes. But these very special dolls did not come cheap. Besides being ten times bigger than a regular doll they cost ten times more.
Kelsey’s dad and I wanted very much to fill her Christmas wish, but we could not reasonably afford such an expensive doll. It wasn’t that we couldn’t afford to buy any Christmas presents for our children, but being the practical parents that we were, such an expensive doll was beyond our budget. We picked out a very nice, but smaller (much smaller) doll as our gift for Kelsey. We were well aware it wouldn’t be the one special doll that she was wishing for, but we hoped it would still be enjoyed.
The days passed quickly with so much to do; decorating the house with lights, pick out a tree to decorate with all the special ornaments collected over the years, lots of Christmas shopping, and of course lots of time with family and friends. As Christmas drew closer and closer I really began to fear the disappointment that awaited Kelsey on Christmas morning.
Soon it was Christmas Eve. I was home alone getting the house ready for the big family celebration planned for Christmas day. My husband had taken Kelsey and her brother on one last shopping trip and to see the holiday lights and decorations of Christmas.
That’s when I got the phone call; on Christmas Eve, when Kelsey wasn’t home.
It was Robin, our neighbor from across the street. She asked me to please come over; she had something to show me. She didn’t want to tell me why, she just asked me to come on over.
When I got there she took me to the back bedroom and there on the bed sat a My Size Barbie doll dressed in a pretty pale blue princess gown. It had long brown hair and soft brown eyes just like Kelsey. “Surly you know someone who would just love to receive this one special doll,” she said.
Tears come to my eyes as Robin explained how she wanted to give the doll to Kelsey. She only asked that the gift not come from her, it was to be a gift from Santa, just as Kelsey had wished.
Here it was Christmas Eve and at the end of the work day Robin had been given the doll by her boss at Mattel. Robin had worked on designing these dolls and her boss wanted to give her one of the dolls to take home. Somehow she had heard that Kelsey had asked Santa for a My Size Barbie doll, her one and only request. She also knew that my husband and I could not afford such an expensive gift. The way she saw it, the Great Spirit of Christmas had heard Kelsey’s wish and had another plan. Santa, the true Spirit of Christmas that he is, had worked his holiday magic through his special elves to bring Kelsey her one Christmas wish, for all toy makers everywhere are Santa’s elves.
On Christmas morning, Kelsey ran to the living room. Her face glowed and her eyes lit up, for there standing proud in front of the tree was her very own My Size Barbie doll.
Santa had come and filled Kelsey’s wish.
And he also gave a very special gift to me. I had always thought it was up to me to be Santa for my children, but that year I learned there is a far greater power than even the love of parents and I shall always believe in Santa and the very powerful Spirit of Christmas.
May your Christmas be Merry and Bright and may you Enjoy Always, T
Recently the local press has been delivering a stack of their weekly newspapers to my apartment complex as a freebie. There are 13 apartments in this complex and we often receive twenty or more newspapers. Of those twenty newspapers, at least 80% go directly to the recycling bin at the end of the week, unopened and unread.
As an author, the last thing I want is to be unread.
Along that path…. I once saw a sign at one of those Joe’s Diners that read: I’d rather serve ten meals to one customer than one meal to ten customers.
That sign tells me he hoped his food and service was so good that folks would come back again and again, not just once to check him out and keep on going. He’d rather have regulars than customers. It made me think…. I’d rather sell one book to someone who reads it and enjoys it than ten books that never get read. I’d rather have readers than customers.
The last thing an author wants is to be unread.
Still on that path… I recently found this post on The Writers Guide to E-Publishing by Scott Nicholson: Writing for One Reader. In the post Scott writes:
Oddly, the modern conversation around writing has moved away from words and toward numbers: how much money you can make self-publishing, the best price for an ebook, the sales totals and the rank and the royalty percentages. At this historic opportunity to share words with readers, writers seem far less interested in their readers than they do their customers.
I may be out of sync, but I’d rather have a few good readers than a lot of unread books sold to customers. Numbers do not tell it all. Happy readers do. When a reader takes the time to tell me they enjoyed my book I call that my payday. I’ve have a lot of really good paydays lately. BTW, I’m very happy with my many good readers and my numbers. I thank each and every one of them from the tips of my fingers and the bottom of my heart.
So to all of my readers, blog and book, Thanks….. and Enjoy always, T
So often, it just takes three little words to change our day and even our lives.
Life is good.
Look for the good and you’ll find the good, look for the bad and you’ll find the bad. If I think I’m have a bad day I only need to remind myself that…. Life is good.
Do your best.
Sometimes it helps to remember that at any given time, on any given day, I’m doing the best I can with who I am. We are all doing our best, what ever that may be. And as we all know, sometimes our best is better than others. So go out there and…. Do your best.
Go for it.
The greatest risk is the risk not taken. When fear threatens to hold us back from our greater good, it helps to push ourselves forward …. Go for it.
I love you.
Three of the most powerful words. They have the ability to change our day, and certainly our lives. Don’t hold back, say them often. Say them to yourself. Right here, right now, tell yourself ….. I love you.
Enjoy always, T