Authors are a fragile group. Part of them holds to the knowledge that their writing is an expression of that inner heart and knows it must come out into the light regardless whether anyone else likes it, or even reads it. The other part anguishes while it waits and wonders how the story will be received.
I have had such an amazing week. So many have reached out to me with congratulations, kudos and love. That does something to my inner self beyond validation. It polishes and restores self-esteem. It sheds light on dark shadows.
THANK YOU to all of you who have shared your feelings with me. To those of you who have read and reacted to “Daddy Trails” in such a positive manner. The reason for being honest about my trials is to share what the Lord has done for me. And, what He has done for me He can do for you.
When I read my first review a shaft of light pierced my soul!! Authors are at the mercy of readers reviews on Amazon. They guide the book through tunnels and ravines of algorithms that can make or break a book’s success. So, whether it’s my book or someone else’s, please take a moment to write that review. For an author, it’s like paying us double, no triple, for the book!!
Have a great day my friends. Life is good. God is great. 🙂
The following quote is from the prolific and insightful Shannon L. Alder. It seems to fit me, too. SHANNON’S WEBSITE
“I write to find strength.
I write to become the person that hides inside me.
I write to light the way through the darkness for others.
I write to be seen and heard.
I write to be near those I love.
I write by accident, promptings, purposefully and anywhere there is paper.
I write because my heart speaks a different language that someone needs to hear.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure.
I write because hypocrisy doesn’t need answers, rather it needs questions to heal.
I write myself out of nightmares.
I write because I am nostalgic, romantic and demand happy endings.
I write to remember.
I write knowing conversations don’t always take place.
I write because speaking can’t be reread.
I write to sooth a mind that races.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in the sand.
I write because my emotions belong to the moon; high tide, low tide.
I write knowing I will fall on my words, but no one will say it was for very long.
I write because I want to paint the world the way I see love should be.
I write to provide a legacy.
I write to make sense out of senselessness.
I write knowing I will be killed by my own words, stabbed by critics, crucified by both misunderstanding and understanding.
I write for the haters, the lovers, the lonely, the brokenhearted and the dreamers.
I write because one day someone will tell me that my emotions were not a waste of time.
I write because God loves stories.
I write because one day I will be gone, but what I believed and felt will live on.”
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