I've done a few things today, and it's not quite bedtime. I decided to take down my GoFundMe. It wasn't working; no one donated other than my very good friend Karen Treadwell. If you know why, you know why. Karen owes me her life, you know. She can't breathe without me! (I'm laughing...she's laughing) Anyway, there's only one donation in 24 days, so it's not going anywhere. The last thing I need is for people to know I'm a loser. I don't care if they think I am -- but seeing it in real time sucks, and I decided to end the misery of it all.
I believe my books are worth it, so I'll have to find another way to promote them; I'll end up praying about it, and that's a better plan anyway. If God wants them to be successful, they will be. After all, Exodus 14:14 is still in the Book. It's not going anywhere anytime soon. The verse reads: "God will fight for you; all you need to do is be still." I love that. Since God can't lie, it must be true.
I finished writing "Stratford", too, and I'm going through it and fluffing it. I'm stuffing it, too. I'm putting it in order, formatting it, and aligning it. Tomorrow, I'll finish the fluff and start reading it to be sure I have it all lined up and that I've used enough adjectives. I find myself adding a few here and there to ensure I can come across as innovatively original and productively prolific as I imagine myself to be. It may or may not be true, but I like to think it is; let me dream.
Like everyone else, I'm off on the 25th, but I have to return to work on the 26th and 27th. I'll try to get the book read on Christmas, but it may be the 28th or 29th before I send it up for publication. I won't have it available for purchase until I order one copy, which will take 2 weeks, so by January 15, I should have it re-read, re-corrected, and re-published so that it can be sold online around the 16th of January. That's the newest of timelines. We can hope I stick with it.
This book wasn't even supposed to be written. I just threw it out there because I was so very angry at the people of Stratford; I needed to write it. It was quite therapeutic, believe me. I do feel better. I really do feel a lot better!! I may only sell 10 books, but there are 9 people besides my mom who will know about the mishaps of that small town! Mom already knows; I complained to her about Stratford years ago.
I decided to dedicate the book to the memory of a man I knew who lived in those times, and he actually knew the Governor I wrote about. He was a political newspaperman named Irvin Hurst. He and I wrote insurance policies for New York Life in the 90's. He was in his 90s when we worked together. He had his office on the same floor as I did, and we took breaks and lunches together. I learned so much from that man. He's waiting on me up in Heaven, and I can't wait to hug him again.
Well, that's all for now; I have to get ready to snooze. I don't have to set my alarm tonight -- yea!! I love the weekends.
Photo Credit: OKJournalismHallofFame.com
Irvin Hurst! Doesn't he look like a newspaperman?