Time To Get Serious About the Next Book

When I published Choices I hoped to get a lot of emails from readers telling me what they thought of the story. I've read reviews and I've heard from a few people, but I haven't recieved many emails. I've gotten some, though. The one I found in spam this week did my heart good, so I'm glad I always take the time to check that folder. This person loved my book and wants me to let her know when I'm finished with the next one. My nephew, who loves to read, is my biggest supporter and he has asked this question many times.
I have bits and pieces of the next book here and there. There are typewritten pages in a binder and handwritten chapters in two different composition books. I started the story some time last year. I was on a roll for a while there, but then it got to where I worked on it when the mood hit me. Well, now that I think of it, I did get out paper and pen at times when I wasn't really in the mood to write. Characters got to having discussions and scenerios just popped up, so I had to write what was in my head before I forgot what was going on. These are the chapters in the composition books, and let me tell you, my girl, Angel, is still a handful. Choices is so intense at times - domestic violence, an angry teen with a bat he does not plan to use on the baseball field, girls fightin' over a guy and, sadly, an acquaintance rape - that I really don't want a whole lot of drama in the next book, but Angel and Randy still have their issues so I just don't know what she might do. I responded to a reader's email a while back and told her that Angel might have to beat down Randy, and she probably could, but we'll see.
Okay, so back to the writing. One thing about publishing my own work is that I don't have to answer to anyone. Having someone else deal with the whole publishing process while I focus on writing would be nice, and gettin' paid would be great, but that's just not where I'm at right now. And to not have anyone telling me when to get what done - rushing the whole creative process - or having me make changes to my story that may not be in my heart to make, that's what I do like about publishing my own work. So, I'm free to move at my own pace. I've been thinking for a while now that it'd be nice to have the next book published this year, and I even mentioned to some that it might be, but I must confess I haven't been doing much to make that happen. Then last week I had to sit down for a moment and remind myself why I published Choices in the first place. God gave me a talent to write and I wanted to use it for His glory by putting a story out there that wouldn't only entertain but one He could use to bless young people, parents and whoever else reads my book. So since this is not about me at all, I guess I really need to stop messing around. Who knows what God will have me write in the next book that will help someone? All I know is that if I don't write it, they can't be blessed by it.
So I decided to get serious about this second book in the trilogy and give myself a deadline. I'm not a person to sit at the computer for hours and hours at a time, so a couple days ago I bought myself three composition books. I'm going to sit in my favorite spot in my living room or I might sit out on the porch when it's not too hot or maybe even go to the beach (don't do that much but I might) and I'm going to finish what I started. I know I'm going to have to go back to Choices to make sure there are no contradictions, because I seriously do not remember everything I wrote in my debut novel. I'll write the rest of the chapters long hand, then take myself to the computer, type it all and save it on a USB flash drive. I plan to let it sit for a few days, maybe even a week or two, and then I'll print it out and read it from page one to the end, making necessary changes.
Like I said before, I haven't heard from many readers, but for anyone who's interested, I really would like to have the next book released by December. That's another good thing about publishing my own work; it is possible to have a finished product by the end of the year.

True Love Waits

Moments ago while visiting an online community I replied to a statement about adults being afraid to talk about sex. It's been a good while since I posted anything here, so I decided to share my answer with anyone who takes the time to stop by my blog. Thanks for that, by the way. You are so kind ;)

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An expression of love between a man and a woman who are married, an act that helps them to develop intimacy with one another – this is why God created sex. It’s called “making love” and that is nothing to be ashamed of. But through the years mankind took it and twisted it every whichaway, calling it everything but the intimate connection it is meant to be. What God created has been distorted because the flesh (human nature) wants to live by its own standards; sometimes selfish, sometimes ignorant. Now sex seems to be something people are embarrassed about when it’s supposed to be a perfectly natural part of “married life”. This is not good. A person is a virgin by choice and there must be something wrong? This is not good. There are men who use sex to control women; degrade and hurt them, even. This is not good. There are women who use it to get what they want from a man, even in marriage. There is another word for that – prostitution. This is not good. Some parents don’t talk to their kids because they just don’t know how to go about it. Their parents didn’t talk to them, afterall. Or they may think it’s best to just avoid the subject so they won’t put ideas in their kids heads, not realizing that this one important conversation could help that son or daughter decide to wait until marriage the way God intended. True love is patient and kind and it does not seek to please itself (1 Corinthians 13) – in other words, true love waits. If someone would had explained that to me years ago I don’t believe I would have made choices I immediately regretted. Parents, please talk to your preteens and teens about sex. And if you don’t know what to say find someone who does. There are a lot of “True Love Waits” programs these days.

Brandy Is Back!!!!

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I used to watch Brandy on the shows "Thea" and "Moesha". I've always liked her. I have a few of her albums and I was so glad when I heard she had another one coming out. When I saw it available to pre-order on Amazon I did not hesitate to add it to my cart. But then not knowing how long I had to wait for it to arrive, I got another one on the day it dropped. This young lady is a gifted artist and I love to listen to her sing. I like every song on this album; especially Right Here (Departed), Human and A Capella (Something's Missing). I could hold onto both of the albums I bought (keep one in the house, one in the car) but I've decided to part with one so someone else can be blessed by the powerful lyrics Miss Brandy sings.

Shia LaBeouf

I love to watch movies on dvd and I have a lot of them, which include Sidney Poitier, Henry Fonda and James Stewart collections. In my opinion, these men are Hollywood’s best actors of all time. I don't go to the movie theaters much, but I get there every now and then. Yesterday my husband and I went to see Eagle Eye. Today I have gathered my Shia LaBeouf movies to include them in my special collection. This fine young man is an extremely talented actor!
I remember when my son used to watch Even Stevens. Shia played Louis Stevens in that Disney Channel show years ago and won a Daytime Emmy Award for the role. Now he’s entertaining viewers on the big screen. Of course, I have no idea what’s going on with him personally, but from what I've seen he had no problem transitioning from television to film.
Holes, The Greatest Game Ever Played, I,Robot, Disturbia, Transformers, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, and Eagle Eye are the movies I’ve watched - Shia LaBeouf did a great job in every one of them!

My Youngest Son Is Entering Adulthood

A couple days ago I made a choice that was extremely difficult for me. I chose to accept the fact that my youngest son no longer needs my permission for every little thing he wants to do. He probably felt I was treating him like a child when I wouldn’t allow him to do certain things (staying out as late as his friends were allowed to, for instance), but I only wanted to protect him. That’s what a loving Mom does.
My son is entering adulthood. He has graduated high school and is now a freshman in college so, as much as it pains me to admit it, it’s time to let go. I need to let him live his life and make his own choices. Since I raised him, I know he’s a responsible young man capable of making good choices, so I believe he’ll stay on a positive course. But we all make mistakes. I hope that when he makes his, he’ll learn from them.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying he’s on his own. No matter how old he is, as long as I’m in this world, he will have my love and support. What I’m saying is he now has the freedom he’s been wanting.

Bernie Mac

I turned on my computer today and found out that Bernie Mac is no longer with us. I am so saddened by this news. One of the greatest gifts I believe a person can have is to be able to make others laugh, and Bernie Mac certainly had that gift. I didn't watch his stand-up, but I have quite a few movies he plays in. My son and I watched Guess Who just a few days ago, and I thank Bernie so much for the laughter that filled my living room. I'm sure he has brought happiness to the lives of so many people and I am so sorry he is gone. He will truly be missed, and my prayers go out to his family and friends. May God bless them and keep them. May they feel His comforting presence during their time of sorrow.

My Testimony

On August 3, 2007 I dragged myself out of bed in the afternoon, took a shower and got dressed so my husband could take me to the hospital. I had been sick for two weeks. My body hurt, I had a fever and I hadn’t kept anything down for an entire week. I remember looking in the mirror that day and thinking that I looked half dead. Little did I know -- I was.
I arrived at the hospital with so little energy that my husband had to take me into the emergency room in a wheelchair. I was told that my blood pressure was way too low. A blood pressure cuff was immediately placed around my upper arm so I could be monitored. I was also hooked up to a heart rate monitor and an IV so I could get the fluids needed to re-hydrate me and medication, and I was given oxygen. Different doctors came in and out, and then I was told that my kidneys were failing. That certainly wasn’t something I expected to hear!
I was immediately admitted to the ICU, and every single day blood was drawn so test after test after test after test could be done. It got to where the veins in my arms wouldn’t give the blood needed for any more tests, and the IV couldn’t be administered anymore after being changed three different times. Before my veins gave out I was told that my potassium and magnesium levels were all out of whack and I had a staph infection in my bloodstream. And by the time the IV could no longer be used my kidneys were functioning well again and the infection was gone, so I was able to take oral medication for my potassium and magnesium levels.
While I was at home sick in bed I kept claiming God’s Word, “By Jesus’ stripes I am healed… by Jesus’ stripes I am healed.” Then about two days before I finally let my husband take me to the hospital this thought came to me – ‘God can heal miraculously, but He also gave us doctors and hospitals’. I have never heard God’s voice audibly. I do believe there are those who do and I also believe that He’s never spoken to me in that way because He knows I’m not ready for all that. And, truth be told, I’m not sure I ever will be. Anyway, I know the heavenly Father was speaking to me that day. Still, I can’t stand hospitals, don’t like doctors probing and prodding, and needles certainly are no friends of mine. So I convinced myself that I might not be able to keep anything down, but that was just my body getting rid of toxins or whatever it was in me that shouldn’t have been there. And I kept trying to convince my husband, who was so concerned about me, that the sickness would pass. But I finally did listen to the voice of God and my husband and it’s a good thing I did. If I would have waited any longer to get to the hospital I probably wouldn’t be here today.
So here’s what I have to say one year later - “I testify to God's awesome goodness and healing power! To God be the glory for all the things He has done! I thank Him so very much for “keeping” me as I tried to convince myself I didn’t need to see a doctor. I thank Him for allowing me to remain here with my husband and two sons. I thank Him for doctors who know how to reverse the condition of failing kidneys. I thank Him for the doctor who seemed a bit baffled at first as to what was going on inside of my body with its high white blood cell count, but he kept asking me questions and did many different tests until he figured it out. I thank Him for physical therapists who accompanied me up and down the hospital corridor; it was like I had to learn to walk all over again. I thank Him for the nurses who washed me when I couldn’t wash myself, and helped me to the bathroom when I could barely walk. I thank Him for loving family & church members who believe in the power of prayer. I thank Him for life!
Obviously, my work here isn’t done, and that’s cool with me. Hopefully, I’ll get it right so when my heavenly Father does call me home, He will say, “Well done, my daughter. Well done.”