Blessings Poured Out

This has been an interesting week. I don’t know why that when the Lord pours out His blessings it sometimes really surprises me. As Christians we all should know that the Lord wants to bless us but I guess there are times, many times in fact, that we feel we won’t see them.

I know that happens with me at times so when the blessings, numerous blessings are poured out in a short time, it’s one of those WOW, thank you Jesus moments. This happened in the past week.

I received a phone call and an e-mail that followed that a lady in Florida heard about my book, I AM – Devotional Style Short Stories. A friend loaned her a copy.

Much to my surprise and joy she ordered fifteen books! She leads a small group at her church and wanted to give one to each member of the group. Now isn’t that just really, really nice? She was buying them as gifts.

As though that wasn’t a huge enough blessing, she then told me how even though she hadn’t read every short story yet, one she did read she “felt like I was right there in the story. I could feel the breeze, hear the music, and just see what was happening.” The only complaint, if you could call it a complaint, was “I wanted to read more. The story was too short!” Ahhh that’s why it’s called a short story. (giggle)

That’s what it’s all about!

Selling 15 books at one time is awesome in my book, no pun intended, but to have a compliment like that is what sells books! I have had other people tell me the same thing. That they felt like they were not only in the story but a part of the story.

If our story line or the topic of our book is something a number of people can relate to, we have a winner. One person who has read my books, yes, several of my books, has always come back and told me how he relates to so much of what I have written. And that is a key to getting people to buy another that you may have written or recommending it to their friends, family, or co-workers and giving them as gifts.

So this week has been one of those weeks that the blessings have been poured out, and not just with the selling of one of my books, but because yesterday I worshiped in church, not on my couch in my nighty watching it on T.V. Praise be to God and it was so nice to be back in God’s house with other believers.

Thanks for coming by and blessings to you all.

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Your Chuckle for the Day

(borrowed from my retirement magazine – I added the pictures)

It’s about time

The elderly congregation was perplexed when the preacher
pulled out a pocket watch and threw it to the end of the
room. It slammed into wall and fell to floor in pieces, but
the watch kept ticking.
“What does this demonstration tell you about life?” The
preacher challenged the congregation.
A man in the back slowly stood up, leaning on his cane. He
stared down at the ticking clock.
“Well, preacher, I suspect this watch shows that time flies
and stops for no one.”

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Just because I’m Blonde

Last year, I replaced all the windows in my house with
those expensive double pane energy efficient kind. But
this week, I got a call from the contractor complaining
that his work had been completed a whole year and I had
yet to pay for them.
Boy, oh boy, did we go around! Just because I’m blonde
doesn’t mean that I am automatically stupid. So, I proceeded to tell him just what his fast-talking sales guy had
told me last year. He said that in one year, the windows
would pay for themselves. There was silence on the other
end of the line, so I just hung up, and he hasn’t called back.
Guess he was embarrassed.

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A little old man shuffled slowly into an ice cream parlor
and pulled himself slowly, painfully, up onto a stool… After
catching his breath, he ordered a banana split. The waitress asked kindly, ‘Crushed nuts?’ ‘No,’ he replied, ‘Arthritis.

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Where the Rubber Hits the Road

May I back track just a bit. In past posts I have talked about how when we first start writing our first book we are thrilled, have stars in our eyes, and so many have $$$$$$$$ signs floating above their heads. The excitement is tangible!

I’ve also mentioned how, mainly younger people, look at me with awe in their eyes and voice at book signing events and say, “You’re a reeeeaaaal author!” In return I reach out my arm, with a large smile, a hidden giggle, and reply, “Yes, and you can even touch me.” I really get a chuckle when they actually do touch my arm. Make that a laugh out loud!

As I have also stated the publishing process has been taking it course with my new novel, Amy’s Quest, and I’ve been so anxious to get the cover design back. The thrill of seeing how the artists have depicted what I have described for my cover has been a time of having to be patient. Which is what happens throughout the whole process!

Now patience is once again having to be practiced because I did get the cover design and I’m pleased/ but not pleased. There has to be some changes made. Amy, the main character in my story, has been neglected, abused, and abandoned and yet the small picture of her on the front cover looks like she’s a little rich girl waiting for her limousine with her fancy hair style and pretty white dress.

Nope, that does not depict the child in the story! So changes have to be made. It is vital that our cover, the first thing people see, depicts some aspect of the story within the cover. That means another 2-4 weeks of waiting for the corrections to be made.

Now back to the main topic. Along with the cover design I am given a run-down of the book size, format, etc, etc, etc, along with my profits and how those will be broken down for each book sold.

Well folks, here’s where the rubber hits the road!

Here is the basic formula for calculating the ideal cover price. (What your book will sell for)

Cover price = Print costs + Wholesale discount + Author/Publisher Profit

Print costs includes paper stock, ink, cover materials, etc. This depends on size, interior color, number of pages, etc.

Wholesale Discount is what the retail stores and distributors get from selling your book. The standard is 55% (Yep, they get the biggest cut)

Author/Publisher Profit is the amount you and the publisher will make on each printed book sold.

If the $$$$ signs are floating above your head as the “I always wanted to write a book” is dreamily being spoken then here’s some of that rubber that hits the road.

Amy’s Quest has 370 pages with black and white interior and is 6X9 in size. (Its a thick book)

The book price is $22.95. After everyone gets their share for selling my book I will walk away with a whopping $3.79 from a book that sells for $23.00 (rounded) That’s actually more than some publishers will pay.

How long did it take to write, how many sleepless nights were spent at the computer, and how many meals are missed? This is our “Baby!” We’ve invested time, energy, and big bucks to have our “baby” put in print form. It’s a lot of work!

Conclusion: If you’re in it for the $$$$$$$$$ – sadly you will be disappointed. Do your writing “as to the Lord” and you’ll never be disappointed.

Thanks for coming by.

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Where Has My America Gone?

Today has been a time of remembering when it seemed as though things were so much more simple than they are in today’s world. I remember riding my bicycle down the country road without fears of being snatched off the seat, leaving the bike wheels spinning in the dirt, because someone would sell me for a quick buck and someone’s perverted sex acts.

I remember playing dolls with my sister and busting into a marble game my brother and his friends were playing, swinging on an old tire swing, and riding behind my brother on his homemade cart while we sped down the hilly country road.

I remember when the murder of a baby was absolutely unthinkable, and illegal, when children were cherished and loved while in the womb, and a young girl pregnant from mistaking “puppy love” for the real love was frowned upon.

I remember hearing about what was called “queers” at that time because their sex acts were queer to the normal people. It was frowned on not only by Christian men and women, but by God, and still is. At least by God.

I remember when a man and a woman took their marriage vows seriously and was excited about starting a new life together, and “shacking up” was frowned on in the few times it was discovered. I remember when there were no drive- thru divorce windows, and it was unheard of that two men would take “marriage vows” or two women for that matter.

What happened to my America?

What happened to children building stick forts, tree houses, tents in the back yard, to kids climbing trees or milking cows and feeding chickens, to teachers being able to hug a crying child without being chastised by some liberal group? What happened to prayer in school, standing and facing our flag while reciting the Pledge of Allegiance? I remember churches were filled and Sunday dinners shared, church camps were filled with laughter and crafts and lessons about Jesus.

What happened to my America?

People say that times have changed. I beg to differ. Time continues on just like it has for thousands of years. Times haven’t changed, people have! It seems that a society that cared about their neighbors has slowly become a “me” society. “Do to others before they do to you,” “screw the next guy, I deserve better,” and sadly the kids of today have been programmed in those kinds of attitudes. We’ve raised a bunch of self-serving, spoiled brats that think of no-one but self.

It used to be we Americans had some pride and trust in our politicians, our government. I can remember cheering as a President of the United States waved to all of us lined along the street holding our small flags to greet our President as he slowly traveled through town in his open convertable. People cheered, now our President doesn’t dare ride through the streets for being shot at, tomatoes thrown, cursed, or pelted with rocks, and riots in objection.

Now it’s nothing to see or hear another politician or some high and mighty thinking celebrity screaming to cut off the head of our President, “throw all the Trump lovers in a room with Coronavirus and let them die.” “Someone should hang Trump in the town square!” “We have to control the population! Kill the babies and the old folks! They’re useless!” We have one political party that is hell bent on turning my America into a communist country! History is being torn down by radicals thinking that will change history because they don’t see a statue and the Bible is banned.

What happened to my America?

Where did the love of neighbor, respect for the elderly, the cherishing of the unborn, the family, the pride in our leaders, the young standing before a flag, and filled churches, go?

Where did my America go….?

It left when we left God. When Jesus’ death on the Cross became unimportant to many. When self righteousness and blatant sin became okay and took over hearts, and we made ourselves god.

I want my America back!

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