Can you believe it has been 4 years since I posted The First Year as an Indie (Lessons Learned)?
So much has changed… yet stayed the same.
I have created new works and destroyed old ones.
I have watched literary markets as well as loved ones come and go.
I pretty much left the ‘pertinent’ social media scenes. Why? For a few reasons, just pick one or make one up – that’s always fun.
New authors have asked, “Did decreasing media presence hurt book sales?”
My answer: “Laws yes! But you know what? I still do not give a flying rat’s fanny.”
I am sorry if that’s not the ‘right’ answer but it is my answer… my truth. That is the beauty of being an independent author.
Another truth is I was in “an unhealthy state of dealing with stress” – that is a sophisticated way of saying I was “bat-shit crazy in the midst of a nervous breakdown.”
Social media [as well as life] was becoming a struggle to keep up with; it was also getting in the way of Getting Me Back.
If you have never had a nervous breakdown, I would not recommend embarking on that journey.
If you want a peek at what my journey was/is like, I’d recommend reading Getting Me Back.
If you are currently bat-shit crazy in the midst of a nervous breakdown definitely get some help and read Getting Me Back. Hey, we can journey together.
P.S. Happy Saint Patrick’s Day
Well that was the best 55th birthday I have ever had!
This winter sabbatical thing is nice. Thank you Florida, Key West & all you ‘keysies’ that made getting older so much fun. The free roaming fowl and the cockfights brought back [old] memories.
This winter sabbatical is going much faster than I had hoped and it is time to get back to Texas and work on the poetry book due to release in April.
I have so much catching up to do. I have missed quite a bit… missed you all.
Thanks to my new followers and I look forward to perusing your blogs.
I have a few [minor] things worth telling, but they’ll keep.
Right now let me just wish you all a very Merry Christmas.
Another November is nearly at end and another Thanksgiving is upon us.
And, another revisiting of A Pilgrims Prayer. (Slightly revised from previous version)
A Pilgrim’s Prayer
Once upon a time a long, a long time ago (before Black Friday) Thanksgiving was a celebration of harvest and a time to give thanks.
Those early pilgrims did not have the conveniences we enjoy today, yet somehow they survived.
I didn’t really know any of those pilgrims but I did see a John Wayne movie once. John knew a pilgrim when he saw one. He seemed to know a lot of pilgrims but that was a long time ago too.
I propose we are all pilgrims, each one of us on a journey of sorts; our own personal pilgrimage, if you will.
We are all looking for something. Be it a quest for self-confirmation, truth, a cure, enrichment, enlightenment, comfort, a friend, a lover, a job, a meal, or a place to lay our weary head at the end of another day.
I believe life is a journey, or at least it should be. It would be terrible to think we were just flailing through this experience, killing time on this giant floating gumball, while waiting for the next Black Friday specials.
I believe we all have one destination, though we travel many different roads and I trust that we have choices.
Hopefully we will choose well. On the occasion we take a wrong turn [and we will] I pray we have enough sense and humility to stop and seek direction, to reassess our route and to be considerate in our voyage.
So here’s wishing all of you pilgrims a Happy Thanksgiving and may we all, whatever road we’re on, take time to look ahead, pause, and meditate on the many things we have to be grateful for, put aside our grievances and give thanks.
My personal prayer:
I pray our good seeds of hope, humility, toil and courage produce abundantly; that love and kindness grow wild like the weeds of early spring – fruitful and undeterred. And your harvest be rich with wisdom and discernment.