Entered my book into the Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards. Although I didn’t win, I got some nice comments from the judges which I wanted to share with you. I copied and pasted the email body text here so you can read it. I’m happy with what the judges had to say. I know I did a good job in writing it. Continue reading
Awesome news! I finished the last chapter in my book and sent it to my editor, Lindsay, today (July 30, 2014). I know, I know, I’ve said it was done in the past, well the manuscript truly is finished this time. When I get this section back from her, my book is ready for line editing. I don’t expect a lot of red ink to flow, though, because she did a lot of that during this development editing stage. (BTW: If you need a great editor, Lindsay at http://www.youhavemyword.net/ is fantastic!)
It’s now time for me to think about a cover. I suppose it should have my picture on it. 🙂 Oh, and the other things a book needs: dedication, author information, etc.
I decided that I’m going to enter the manuscript into a contest where first prize is a publishing contract. The deadline is August 30. Wish me luck.
The disease ravaged her body and lowered her self-esteem. Her nights were spent in the bar. The alcohol eased the pain and dulled her mind. The attention filled her heart and warmed her body. The truck drivers called her Margarita Girl—her drink of choice. The music vibrated through her like a siren’s song, enticing her to swing and sway. Stopping only long enough to take another drink, she danced through the night.
Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain spoke to her soul…but hers were green. No matter, the story was the same. Two men loved her, two men begged for her hand. Two men broke her heart—that damned disease scaring them away.
She lived a wild life—lost weekends, hidden memories, only known to a few. She ached for love, finding none. Her life was in shatters.
“I must get free. I must flee this place.” A new outlook. A new attitude. She straightens up. Life is bright and her mind is clear. Saved from despair; healed and repaired. She changes course and…finds true love!
Remember life is what you make it.
Do you ever experience a time when, although you’re content, you think your life is boring? Well, that’s the way I’m feeling this week. I’m feeling stressed because I don’t have anything interesting to post and frankly, it’s getting harder to think of things to share with you.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for a life of daring and adventure, but when the highlight of your week is going to the dentist, well–and the report wasn’t even that good. Doctors’ visits are my most frequent type of outing.
As I continue to write my book, I realize that up until the time I quit working, I had a more active social life. Of course most of it revolved around my job, but then the other tutors were my friends, too.
Not that I don’t have friends now, I do. I have coffee, or go to lunch with one of them three or four times a year. (Hi Bernadette!) In fact, we met last Wednesday for coffee, but we won’t see each other again until August.
However, I will push forward. I might skip a weekly update, but I won’t give up. It is the journey that is important, not where we end up.
I appreciate you and want you to know it. Hang in there with me. As the song goes “The best is yet to come…”
The following is an excerpt from my upcoming book. I hope you enjoy reading it. If you want more, sign up to my mailing list. Not only will you get emails alerting you to new content on the site, you’ll also receive a copy of my ebook Rheumatoid Arthritis: A Life-Changing Disease. This ebook is the ‟appetizer” before the meal. It describes some of my experiences coping with RA.
I am trying to become more focused and disciplined in my blogging and writing. My intentions are to have the memoir published by the end of May. Can I do it? I don’t know, I sure hope so. I’m discovering there is much to do before publishing a book. Its a long complicated process, but I push on., knowing that after I’ve done it once, the next time will be easier.
Sample of my handwriting
I’m always surprised when someone hands me a form then asks, ‟Can you sign this? Or do you want me to do it and you can initial it?” My hands aren’t pretty, by any means; they are gnarled and weak looking. At first glance, they give the impression of being difficult to use. However, once I write my name, it is east to see that they are still useful in some tasks.