Amazing Amazon

While I still have over two weeks to raise enough funds to publish A Study on the Ten Commandments, I’ve taken a second route to the same ultimate destination: the Study is now available for purchase for Amazon’s Kindle. [You can check it out here.]

I’m still working on a Barnes & Noble Nook version.

This path is more unique than anything I envisioned when I long ago knew I would be a Writer. In my childhood days, I drew stick figures named “Fred” on napkins, or scribbled notes on the margins of anything I could find.

I dreamed of one day submitting my work to a publishing house and after much trial and tribulation, finding that working formula that allowed them to say, “Yes. We like you.”

But that day hasn’t come. Because it doesn’t have to. I’ve dealt with the editor who wants to change my character’s speech pattern. I’ve received the necessary rejection letters.

And I opened my horizons to other avenues. The ultimate goal as a writer is to write. It’s necessary. It’s a daily activity that can’t be ignored or set aside. Writing calls to me as strongly as a spring flower reaches for the sun. It can’t be helped.

Being published, then, is a fine byproduct of those efforts. Self-publishing allows me to side-step the many sections of red tape and other interferences. I simply want to write, and write well.

I hope this doesn’t disappoint you.

And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!

If you’d like to pre-order a printed copy of A Study on the Ten Commandments, click here.

“Thank You For Not Dying.”

I said this to a friend yesterday. I was completely sincere.

He’d had a heart attack nine months ago. Without warning. I woke up one Sunday to read on Facebook, “Had a heart attack last night.” I tried to figure out what he meant. Was he referring to a fright? Did his sports team lose? It wasn’t until he posted a photo of him in the hospital bed that I realized he was serious: he’d had an actual heart attack. As we were chatting this weekend about so many things in life, I thanked him for not dying.

Another friend of mine went through a bad health scare a few years ago, yet focuses his attentions on helping others before himself. Still someone else is suffering depression and it saddens me that I can’t be a stronger help for her.

So many people don’t realize their importance to others. We take our friends and even our families for granted. While we share ourselves to an extent, we may never really know what’s going on inside someone else’s mind, body or soul. Anything can happen at any given moment.

Everyone has something to offer; a reason for being in our lives. I’m a strong believer in letting people know how you feel.

This is for each and every one of you still in my life.

My Dearest Person,

Thank you for not dying.

You are valuable to me in ways I can’t fully express. You have honored me with your trust, your respect, your company. You are an example to me of how live through hard times, and celebrate Something Good.

There are times when I have felt useless and burdensome yet you never let me stop being me. You helped build the foundation of my life and while I try often, I don’t think I thank you enough.

Words can’t express what I really want to say to you. I’m so grateful to have you to laugh with, to cry with, to ask help from and be a help to. I want you to know that being a part of your life is so rewarding to me. You’re not perfect; I’m not perfect. But together, we’re a perfect blend of give and take.

My memories of us will never be forgotten. I love that we’re adding to them constantly. I can’t possibly imagine my life without you. And I’m so glad at this point in time, I don’t have to.

Whatever you went through, are going through, will go through… Thank you for not dying.

Thank you for being a part of my life.

With much love,
Molly Jo

Expand Your Horizons

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And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!

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