What do you do when life's challenges are more than you can possibly deal with?
What do you do when your past mistakes come back to haunt you and you're only recourse is to face your demons... head on?
What do you do when the youth you so richly embraced not that long ago has left you and all that remains are wrinkles, larger-than-life hips, and back to back hot flashes?
What do you do when your nest is empty and your need to nurture goes to the DOGS (literally)?
You write it all down, then call it a book!
Oh, my dear friends.. I have been in writers prison for the past six years and NOW, FINALLY, I AM PUBLISHED!!
This is a humbling experience for me. I have never been one to want to share my life drama with the world. But every time I tried to walk away from this project, God kept pulling me back. The story needed to be told.
I don't consider myself an author. But Amazon says I am... so I guess I'll just go with it.
Oh, and by the way... I owe you a big thanks for being here and cheering me on. Some say it's horrible how relationships have gone cyber, taking away from face to face friendships. My take on that is different. Blogging comes from the heart. There are a group of you that I feel like I know better than I do some of my own physically present friends. Daily... you enrich my life, teach me a thing or two, give me something to think about, and make me laugh. You are my **heart** friends.
You will find my book here on Amazon but don't buy it just yet. I'm going to give away 5 books so if you leave a comment on this post, I will do a drawing on Thanksgiving Day and hopefully you will be one of the five!
There are a lot of loose ends... so I will need to go and take care of them now. Thanks again for your friendships! I hope to be back to normal blogging soon.
Oh, and for those of you who will be interested... a Kindle edition will be up soon as well along with a few other venues.
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