After much ado I have not only finished and uploaded my paperback version of The Maker’s Marriage–Romance Reimagined to KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing), but have the Kindle e-book version uploaded as well.
There is a 72-hour wait before the paperbook is available on Amazon, and I’ve put the Kindle edition up for pre-order (available October 29). I thought, when I committed to having the e-book ready (new formatting, etc.) by October 29, that it was going to be as difficult as the paperback version. In fact, after trying to upload the paperback version for much of three days, the e-book version went up in an hour. So, it’s not what I intended to do, but that’s how it is for right now.
I thank you for your support and I feel this is a bit like having a baby–in spite of the pain, I’m quite enthused about it all. I want to encourage everyone else to write a book and e-publish. Strange, that.
I’d like to say I worked all day on The Maker’s Marriage and did my very best to get it on Amazon, today as planned. The truth however, is that my darlin’ wanted me to go to town with him to do errands, and then go out for steak and a movie. I worked hard on the book, learned much, refrained from griping about technology and things that make no sense, and then took off for greener pastures at 2:30 this afternoon.
It is after all, our Anniversary Week (we had our party yesterday, went out for breakfast the day before, and who knows what will happen tomorrow). One day soon my daughter Hannah and I will have her birthday date (she had the good sense to be born on our anniversary and was 26 yesterday)– she’s already had her date with Dad. Saturday will be her birthday party at our house, and so on it goes.
This year, being our 30th anniversary, was extra special (yes, John got me pearls and I’m wearing them even now–the loveliest of necklaces and earrings. I look positively chic in them) and I am reminded even more than in years past of the goodness of God. There are now words to adequately express my thankfulness and awe–He took two absolute yay-hoos like John and me, and blessed us beyond, so far beyond, all we ever asked or imagined. Well, enough of the mushy stuff. Let’s talk steak.
Texas Roadhouse was fun as always, and I got to see the new James Bond movie afterward. John’s not much of a fan, but he went because he’s a very good man.
Movie review: I loved it, John didn’t. But back to The Maker’s Marriage. I really, really, really do plan to get it finished tomorrow. I’m learning so much, and the next book will be so much easier! Right??
So many books, so little time. Why, then, am I reading the most forgettable of books? Because I am trying to escape laziness by being lazy. Say what?
I recently read two very different books. The second one is so forgettable (by a very successful modern author) that I won’t bore you with its title. The first book, however, sent me to Alibris.com to see what else I might find by the author. I started this book during Thanksgiving week, so it took a while to finish. But even as I was busy with other quite enthralling and enjoyable activities, I was thinking about the book, about the main character’s dilemma. I was, as I explained to my family, “intensely involved’ in this story.
Right. The name of the book: Lady Audley’s Secret by Mary Elizabeth Braddon. This book enhanced my thinking, revved up my mental engines. Like another recently enjoyed excellent book, North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell, Lady Audley’s Secret satisfied my heart’s desire for new insights and revelations, as well as reacquaintance with deep and almost forgotten heart’s truths.
So, why again do I pick up twaddle and use up precious hours of my life reading it, and then forgetting it as soon as possible? It’s called “escape” and aptly so, but to where? I escaped to intriguing worlds with Mary Elizabeth Braddon and with Elizabeth Gaskell, but with the author who must not be named I escaped to . . . I don’t remember.
So many bad (inane, intelligence insulting, smut-filled) books. So many good books. I choose good.
Oh, and one more thing! Beware the “poignant” books. This usually means the author’s life stinks and he/she wants yours to, also, via reading this tripe. Try instead something whose very feel in your hands makes you say, “I wonder what’s in here.”
One of the many beauties of home education is that family comes first, naturally. The fruits of that, provided grace is in place, are unlimited, and this was brought home to me recently when I read an article about eliminating negative people (especially those who hinder living in faith and love) from our lives.
I respect the author of this article, and gave serious thought to her words. Was I not eliminating such people out of fear of conflict, or perhaps because I’m too nice? Were they truly a hindrance? There was no question that these people are difficult and tiring, but were they really a problem? A spiritual roadblock?
No. And here’s why: My family keeps me strong, on track. We pray with and for each other, and with and for others, every single day. When I am brought down by someone or something and make my fall evident with frustration and negativity, someone in my family will do as I’ve asked them to do: Don’t let me get away with it!
We learned from Pastor Keith Moore’s example to say, in response to negativity (anything contrary to scripture), “If you say so.”
Aaaargh! It makes us wanna box someone’s ears (I’ve been reading too much Georgette Heyer, if there’s any such thing as too much Georgette Heyer ). But, instead, we take deep breaths, roll our eyes, wrinkle our noses as though at a very unpleasant odor, and change our words.
Me: “I’m sick to death of his crap and I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind.”
Brat Child of Mine with Snarky Grin: “If you say so.”
Me: Really deep breath, mutterings, stomps, yeah-buts, etc. Another deep breath. “I am taking his nonsense as an unconscious cry for help, and I’m not giving him a piece of my mind because obviously I can’t spare it, and I’m going to stop and pray for him right now. Will you, dearest child, agree with me in prayer?”
I just strengthened myself, lightened the load of the child who has to listen to MY crap, and prayed myself right out of Satan’s way of thinking and doing, and changed things for the person I prayed for. Rather than a piece of my mind, he got a piece of God’s love. Amen!