This romantic suspense, that released in 2007, just got a cover overhaul. Isn't this fantastic? I'm so thankful that Samhain Publishing was willing to not only redo the cover but take on the book for another three years!
Authors, if you're not self-publishing, find a good publisher. They are worth their weight in gold!
I've never served in the military, although I came close when I was 18. I was days away from signing on the dotted line when I allowed a friend to talk me out of it. That is one of my biggest regrets.
I had the opportunity to serve others, to help protect others in a way unlike any others, and I didn't take it. While I can't change that now, I can offer my sincere gratitude to those who have enlisted and those who will be enlisting in the future.
Earlier today, I was reading an article about a woman who’d been stabbed thirty-two times by an ex-boyfriend. The paramedic who helped save her life just proposed to her at a Tampa Rays baseball game. The comments, of course, were littered with differences of opinion as usual, but one comment almost made my head explode. The commenter said that “Christians can only justify their morality based on a figment of their imagination. Throw reality into the mix, and they become murderous sociopaths”.
While I have no intention of getting into a Facebook war, I considered replying to him. However, the article wasn’t about Christianity, and therefore, the comment section wasn’t the place to discuss it. My blog, however, is the perfect place to discuss it because it’s mine.
As most of my readers know, I’m a Christian. I believe in God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, and I make no apologies for my belief. No one will ever convince me God doesn’t exist, and I don’t try to convince others that He does. That is a personal choice, and I am not anyone’s Holy Spirit or conscience. In addition, I don’t criticize atheists or agnostics or berate their choice not to believe. I don’t think it’s asking too much to be treated the same.
I don’t need to justify my morality, my choices, or my beliefs. That is between me and God. He is my reality, and I can honestly say I have never murdered anyone nor am I sociopathic. My reality doesn’t have to be yours, but your lack of belief doesn’t make my reality a myth.
I've been helping a former boss conduct interviews for a new paralegal, and one of the questions I ask the applicants is: what does success mean to you. Of course, I've gotten varied answers like financial stability, owning a home of my own, my kids going to college, and being able to retire without having to worry about anything. But I've always thought there has to be more to success than that.
For authors, success could be measured by what titles go along with your name like New York Times Bestseller or Award Winning. Or maybe it's how many copies you've sold of all of your books combined.
When I first started writing, I had a list of what it would take for me to consider myself a successful author. As the years have passed, I have attained some of the goals. Others still elude me. Does that mean I'm not successful?
Does my bank account make me successful? Is it the type of car I drive? Or the house I own?
For me, success is the knowledge that I am living my life using all of the talents God gave me, that I seek to help others, that I do no harm to others, and that I do not waste one second of this life I've been given.
What does success mean to you?
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