I always thought my local newspaper had a love for self-published authors. If you’re legitimately published, even through a small press, it’s like pulling teeth to get coverage in this newspaper. Even to do that, apparently, you have to “know” somebody or your minor publishing success (where a publisher paid YOU for your book) is not news.
Being a virgin on your wedding day is no guarantee of anything for your future, except, I suppose, it gives your spouse less of your past to be concerned about. With nothing to compare it to, it might also be hard to find fault with your spouse’s lovemaking technique
In a healthy relationship of any sort there’s give and take, and you are constantly “refueled” so to speak by the other person giving back to you. But when all you do is give and the other individual either can’t or won’t give back, eventually you’re drawing on an empty tank.
You might think there’s a lot of genius involved in writing fiction, but if that were true, it doesn’t explain why there’s so much writing that just isn’t that good. Unless there’s a new definition of genius of which I’m not aware.
But at the same time, if I never sold another thing, would I keep writing? Yes, of course, because if I give up, then assuredly I won’t sell anything else.
Frankly, you’d want to think of a mentor as someone whose example you’d want to follow, someone who can help you be all that you can be. Darby introducing me as such when I failed miserably in that role, is not something I find at all flattering.
I think God puts you where he wants you to be and we all have the opportunity to minister to others wherever we are. You don’t need a church or an altar. A cup of coffee and a friendly greeting might suffice.
You could be ministering to someone every day and not even know it.
The best thing you can do for me and for yourself is get to over this and be happy. Find someone who loves you the way you deserve to be loved and go for it.
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
I’m on my second glass of wine. It’s 5:31 p.m. The hashbrown casserole is in the oven. The steaks are still marinating. My daughter is at her boyfriend’s house. My son is back from work and sleeping maybe. I don’t know. I was taking a nap when he returned. We’ve…