Thank you
I want to thank each one of you who take time out of your day to read my words. You keep me going. Just when I’m ready to give up one of you will send me an encouraging text message telling me how my words have made an impact on your lives. I appreciate you more than you know.
I recently attended a writing retreat in Midtown New York City, and it was a huge disappointment. I spent $4,000 on that trip just to meet an agent and editor in person. Who’s to say whether the agent will represent me, I doubt it and if the editor’s publishing house will make me an offer, not likely. I was too advanced for the workshop and learned nothing new and I’m over big cities. It was cold and gloomy and the tours and restaurants we visited were huge let downs. I did enjoy a cappuccino at The Algonquin Hotel and did a book reading at the KGB Bar in the East Village.
My reading was a near disaster. I suffer from essential tremor in my hands and when I’m nervous it can be uncontrollable. I read a 3-min excerpt from my book using my phone; however, my hands were shaking so badly I could hardly hold the phone. One of my peers was kind enough to sit next to the stage to hold the phone for me. I stumbled over the words a couple times during my reading but got a near standing ovation. I didn’t know if they were standing and clapping because they enjoyed what I read or because I managed to get through the reading.
It's disheartening to know that I’m still one step away from the submissions process. I still have to write a 50-page book proposal. Daunting. See it’s easy to get a book published, you can self-publish or skip the agent and go straight to a publishing house, but it will take the right team to sell 10 million copies.
Frank Martin — My ideal man
Jason Statham movies have been keeping me alive. See, 20 years ago I met a young man who I would come to marry. I had my life planned with him. Just a simple, honest life serving Jehovah. Well, the young man I married replaced me and began living the life we had planned with someone else. I suppose it was all part of a greater plan, but I’m now alone with no suitable suitors and time is ticking. There are days I have no hope and I forget my purpose then people like you remind me that I have a higher purpose and I can’t go to my grave until it has been fulfilled. I no longer share the beliefs I had with the young man I met 20 years ago. I’m not saying I figured out the purpose of life but this life filled with massively bad decisions which has caused me so much suffering has to be for a reason and maybe that reason is all of you.
Thank you for your support and your belief in me, right now it’s you and movies like SNATCH keeping blood flowing through my veins.
