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Saturday, December 31, 2011

Share Your Light

I got one of those annoying update notices from a business network website.  It was telling me who changed their profile, who’s linking up with whom, who wanted me to join their network, etc.

Because I don’t have much contact with these individuals, I usually just delete the emails without opening them, but for some reason, I opened this one.

In the email, one of my old high school acquaintances looked back at me.  She looked like she was on a sailboat, having fun.  The picture made me happy for her, so I looked down at her recent post.


It was a post that took my breath away.  The post was actually a memorial to her.  It stated that:

 
She was an intelligent and courageous woman. She had the courage of trying to reach for her dream of running a successful assisted-living facility. Her dream was bigger than reality could allow. Sadly, when she recognized this, she was unable to cope with it, and she took her own life on October 19, 2010. She will always be remembered for her loving, joyous, and bubbly personality.
Even though this happened in 2010 and we're embarking on 2012, I sit here numb… and wishing that I had done something more than I had. 

If I had done something, would she have made a different decision?


You see… about two years ago, she found me on this business network website and invited me to join her on this network and on Facebook.  She said that we had gone to high school together and were the best of friends back then.  Even though she was in Texas and I was in Florida, she wanted to reconnect.


I couldn’t remember her as well as she remembered me, but I accepted her invitations, nonetheless. 

Soon after that, she called me.  She recounted scenes from high school like they were yesterday. She’d rattle off names from the past and revealed her mission to reconnect with all her close high school friends.  Those years were the happiest times for her.  Her goal was to resurrect those connections.


In this first contact, she was so happy, bubbly, and full of energy that she spooked me a bit.  I remember mentioning the phone conversation to Katherine, commenting on the intensity of her need for connection — and how sad it was that she was having to reach out thousands of miles away and to years gone by — to the high school years — to find the connections she was thirsting for…


She called me a couple of times after that — and we’d spend hours together over the phone.  In those calls, she told me of her failing business and how that was negatively affecting her marriage... but she’d always end our conversations saying how much I made her feel better… how I made her laugh…  She was always upbeat and excited when we hung up.


This makes me wonder:  If I had called her more, would things be different?


It’s a sobering reminder for the New Year:  We don’t realize how important our presence is to another human being.  We don’t realize how, even as strangers, we can reach out to others — through an understanding smile, an encouraging compliment, a phone conversation, a simple FaceBook post.  We can share our light with others, even if it’s only for a brief moment.


We don’t know what others are going through in their lives.  We don’t know what battles are being lost or what struggles are being managed. 


We only know that our actions affect others.  If we could use the power held in the gifts of focused attention and positive connections more, we could abolish a host of negative and draining emotions that live within others and us. 


Just as the absence of light sustains darkness, the absence of relationships highlights the necessity of them.  Loneliness and despair grow in the dark abyss of one’s soul when the light of human contact is absent.  By reaching out to another and openly sharing ourselves (i.e., our “inner light” or our energy) — even in the smallest of ways — we can dispel the darkness in another human being — if only for that brief moment — and it only takes a moment to affect someone’s inner light.

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Thursday, December 29, 2011

Darn it! I Can’t Focus!

I’m trying to go through Dare to Be Contagious! yet another time, to catch more typos and grammatical errors.  I’m trying to clarify things here and there, while inserting artistic nuances I know no one (but me) will see…

Like I said, I’m trying to do all this, but I’m not being very successful at it.

My mind is too distracted with the news Katherine brought me the other night.  

As I understand it, she has connected with a couple of new friends, who are wanting to start up regular workshops and presentations.  They are successful in their business.  They simply want to expand their reach and want Katherine to be a part of their ensemble.  They want to start locally but plan to go national within the year. 

They already have an audience base; they have the venue and  a meeting/presentation hall.  They have an ambitious seminar schedule with various professional groups.  They are familiar with the business-side of things.  They will handle all the tedious stuff Katherine doesn’t want to deal with… and they want her to join them!  They have the financial backing for all of this.  They just want HER!

She’s excited because they are offering her everything she wants to do and nothing she doesn’t want to do.  FABULOUS!!!

Oh… and did I mention that they asked her if she had some written material that they could push through these workshops… and that they were overjoyed to learn about our book that happens to fit right into their theme — the human connection and connecting with each other?

And did I mention that Katherine mentioned her co-author, and their reply was something like:  Bring her in.  The more the merrier!

Now, all we need to do is get the %#$@* book finished, printed, produced, and on hand for these workshops that will probably start in a couple of months.

So, yeah… I’m really excited — in both a good and bad way.  I have to get the book as perfect as we can and get it self-published and printed in a short period of time.

I’ve never self-published before, so all of this is new, and I don’t have the luxury of screwing things up and starting over.  I need to figure out the interior design, get help with the book cover design, deal with the uploading specifications, setting up the account, ordering and reviewing proofs… and the list goes on…

It feels like I’ve just jumped feet first into an ice-cold pool of water. 

Yes, Father Time has pulled a fast one on me.  All that whining about waiting… waiting…  waiting… has come back to bite me in the butt…

Waiting for someone else is no longer the issue…

The problem now is… I can’t focus on the job at hand and everything I need to get done, because I’m too excited about what the future holds for us…

And what a FABULOUS problem to have!!!


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Monday, December 26, 2011

Listen to That Little Voice Inside…

I cross paths with an acquaintance at work.  We’re not particularly close, but we’re friendly when we pass each other in the halls.  We exchange hellos and goodbyes, but that’s the extent of our conversations.  A nod and a wave… and that’s about it.

Yesterday, we followed our same ritual, but a little voice inside me told me to look deeper into Pam’s face — so I did. 

I didn’t notice anything different.  She smiled and nodded her hello and goodbye as usual. 

Today, Pam walked pass my opened door.  That little voice inside me told me to follow her back to her office and check on her — so I did.

I knocked on her closed door.  She called for me to come in, smiled when she saw me, and waited for me to tell her why was I there…

I wasn’t sure exactly what to say.  Why was I there? 

All I could say was that I wanted to come by and check on her… I just wanted to make sure she was alright.

She stopped for a second, deciding how to answer.  Then she began to tell me of her current struggles — at work, at home, with her ex, and with her kids — and how she felt so all alone… bottling everything in… pretending how everything was fine…

I couldn’t change her circumstance.  I couldn’t change her ex-husband or her kids.  I couldn’t relieve her from her struggles. 

All I could do was listen… but that was enough. 

Talking it all out helped her put things in perspective.  Having a sounding board helped her organize her thoughts.  Simply giving her my attention and listening helped. 

Listening helped.  

It helps…








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Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas!


May the innocence that tickles children’s cheeks as they wake up on Christmas morning add to the wonderment of the season.   

Share in the abandonment in which they rush to the tree, gasp at all the gifts, and realize — with no doubt in their hearts or minds — that they are loved, they are special, and they are never alone. 


Thursday, December 22, 2011

Trying to Regain Some Sense of Control

Katherine and I have decided not to wait on this publisher, or any other publisher.



We’re going to keep moving forward.  We’ve been making revisions to the book, testing different formats for the interior design, talking about who we want to help us with the cover, etc.

If the publisher does get back with us and wants to work with us, that’s fine… but we’re not holding our breath, nor putting all our eggs in that basket.

We can self-publish a book very economically  through CreateSpace, so we figure… What do we have to lose?

Yes, I’m aware of all the complaints, scams, and horror stories about self-publishers.  My head is spinning from them. 

Yes, we’re definitely taking a gamble — no matter which path we take — but, like any smart gambler, if we limit the amount of money we’re willing to lose, we’ll limit our losses.

And I figure that this is all part of the adventure.  The more we learn about the publishing process, the better off we’ll be… whether we go through a traditional publisher or self-publish.


Monday, December 19, 2011

Just When I Started to Have Some Sense of Control…

Really!!  Come on!  You’ve got to be kidding me!!!  



For the past couple of weeks I’ve been making myself crazy by researching self-publishing companies and comparing rotten apples to green oranges…

It was just two days ago, when I figured out which self-publishing path I felt most comfortable with.  All of them had their advantages and disadvantages, but the one I picked gave us more control and more royalties, with less expense on our part.  Yes, it meant more work on my end, but I was OK with that.

So, now I’ve been in the experimenting mode — formatting the book on my own, researching how to create ebooks, book covers, etc.  The more I do, the less it will cost to produce the book and more we can spend on promotion and marketing… at least that’s the plan.

I’m feeling better about things because I feel that we are moving again… moving down the path of being published.  I’m no longer in a holding pattern.  I’m no longer waiting… waiting… waiting…

I feel more in control of things!  Yea!!!!

And tonight — as I’m researching and learning all about copyright registration and Library of Congress cataloging — up pops an email from the California independent publisher — the publisher that asked us to revamped the book to fit their marketing niche. 

And we did just that.  We revamped the whole book for them.  I resubmitted it to them months ago, with several follow-up emails to make sure they received the new rewrites.  When I didn’t hear back from them, I simply assumed they weren’t interested in the rewrite, and I simply moved on.

Turns out, the person I was working with at that publishing house recently left that publisher, and a new person has taken her place.  This woman hasn’t had a chance to look at our material yet, but wanted to assure me that they did receive it.

Great!  Now what do we do?

Do we put our self-publishing plans on hold, until this “real” publisher gets back to us? 

Everything that I’ve been researching, experimenting, and teaching myself would be… well, taken care of by the publisher.  The book would become their property and our royalties would be less, but…

A “real” publisher can get us into bookstores and libraries and open doors to promotional events that would be closed to self-publishers.  Our book would be more eligible to be cataloged in the Library of Congress, which makes us easier to find.  [I learned that on-demand and self-published works are out of the scope for the Cataloging in Publication (CIP) program for the Library of Congress.]

We also wouldn’t carry the “stigma” of the “vanity press” label that self-publishers have to deal with…

All this only happens if a publisher takes us on —and this new acquisitions editor still hasn’t looked at our new book proposal and revamped book.  She may pass on it as well.

So, what does all this mean?  It means I’m back waiting… waiting… waiting…

Waiting for her to either work with us or send us another “encouraging letter of hope.”

And all this happens just as I start to have some sense of control…

Really!!  Come on!  You’ve got to be kidding me!!! 

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Why Do You Lie to Me?

Conversation between Person 1  & Person 2





Why do you always lie to me?    
                                                                                Because YOU lie to me!

I only lie to you because I can’t trust YOU!

What are you saying?!   YOU wouldn’t know the TRUTH if it was standing in front of you!

That’s only because we’ve been lying to each other for so long… and I want it to end.

What are you saying?  You want to end this?

Yes.

So... you want to break up?!

No, I don’t WANT that to happen.  I just want us to end the lying between us.

What are you saying?

I’m saying our life together is built on lies, and I want to stop the lying.

But… what if the lies are all that’s keeping us together?

Then, let’s be truthful about that.

But, I’m afraid of the truth.  I’m afraid of showing you who I really am, what I really think, how I really feel.  I’m afraid of being rejected.  I don’t want to be hurt, so I lie to protect myself. 

 I do the same thing. 


So... what are we saying?

We're saying… let’s stop being afraid.


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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Different Strokes for Different Folks

I picked up another book on relationships, titled "Dear Lover:  A woman’s guide to men, sex, and love’s deepest bliss."  This is a very intimate book by David Deida.  I hesitate to recommend it because you’d need to be at a certain level to appreciate his perspective.  You’d have to be open to surrendering yourself to his energy and trust he’ll take you where you yearn to be…

Katherine suggested the book, and since I trust her judgment — and since she DID use the words “must read it” — I picked up a copy from Amazon.

While I was there, I checked out the reviews on this and on his other books.  Most were positive, but there was one that was… well, here’s just a portion of it:


“It's difficult to write what I feel about this book.  I read as much of it as I could stomach and then threw it into the trash in the hope no one would ever find it.  This man, the author, is either terminally misled or has an ego the size of the universe.  He knows how women feel?  Excuse me?  When was he a woman?  I pity the poor woman who reads this and accepts it hook, line, and sinker.  He is so off base as to be laughable, if I didn't worry that some women would actually take him seriously.”


So, just from the few reviews I scanned, I’m sure that the book will hit a core with most people.  Whether, it resonates with you in a positive or negative way, I can’t guess — but I’m enjoying the book.

I actually started reading it while waiting in a car repair shop — and yes, I’m still dealing with the same car issue, but this time I’ve gone to a DIFFERENT repair shop.  Wish me good luck with this go-around…

Anyway… back to the book.  It was interesting reading such an intimate book in this masculine-filled setting. 

Picture this:  It’s 7:00 in the morning.  The sun has barely broken through the morning’s fog.  I walk into the repair shop, carrying with me a book titled Dear Lover.   The manager checks me in, I surrender my keys and car to him, and I sit down to wait… and wait… and wait.

I open Deida’s book and scanned through the Forward and Introduction.  Normally, I wouldn’t have even read those sections, but since Katherine had suggested the book, I thought I had better read those pages, too…

It wasn’t until I got to the first chapter that I started feeling the intimate power of the book — and the fact that I was sitting in the environment surrounded by men was a bit unnerving…

Because of the activity around me, I couldn’t just let Deida’s words pour over me.  Instead, I kept flowing back and forth between David’s spiritual place he was taking me to and this physical place I was tied to — this waiting room filled with strangers’ voices and sounds of banging of metal, clicking of computer keys, and jangling of car keys…

What was really interesting was, as I drifted in and out of these two worlds, I carried a bit if each to the other, and the men in the room responded.  The two guys behind the counter couldn’t have been more attentive to me, if they had tired! 

The guy in the waiting room started up a conversation with me.  It started with our concerns about our respective car problems and transformed into a discussion about appreciation for integrity and trust.  He shared his hopes and dreams for his two teenagers…

Before we knew it, his car was fixed and mine… well, wasn’t.  My car needed a part that needed to be ordered, but instead of having me wait 5 hours for the part to show up (like the other place did), one of the mechanics offered to drive me home.  They also made sure I had a way back…

As I waited for my ride, the “waiting-room gentleman” was waiting for his car to come out of the garage.  We stood in the parking lot together, wrapping up our previous conservation, preparing for our goodbyes.

It sounds weird, but I was sad to leave.  It felt like I was saying goodbye to a friend — one who I will not be seeing again… 

In that brief time together, we never exchanged names… just our “selves.”


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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The Self-Publishing Maze

I haven’t anything new to share with you regarding the publishing side of things.  I’m still waiting… and waiting… and waiting.

Because of that, I’m a little apprehensive that I might run out of things to write about in this blog, so forgive me if some of the posts become off topic… well, more off topic than they already are.

Since we’ve decided to look into the self-publishing arena for our first book, I’ve been comparing various self-publishing companies.  Trying to compare these companies with their array of packages, options, and prices is like comparing rotten apples to green oranges.  The various printing costs and royalties are just as confusing.  Add too all of this, the complaints and “scam alerts” listed for each one of these.

BOY!  There are some very angry and unhappy authors out there, let me tell you!

Where’s My Royalty Check?!
The biggest complaint that is shared by all of them is the authors are not getting their royalty payments quick enough, nor is the royalty check big enough.  The authors feel that they have sold more books than they are being credited for; therefore, the companies are scamming them out of their money.

This is where you really need to read the contracts and understand what you’re getting into when going with a self-publishing press.  Many state in their contracts that you need to make a certain amount of money before the funds are directly deposited into your account.  If you choose the funds to be mailed to you instead, then a fee for that process will be charged. 

It’s understandable that the self-publishing companies support their own distribution channel and give higher royalty percentages to books sold through their company, as oppose to sold through external distribution channels (such as bookstores, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc.).  They’ll give you 50% royalties on books sold within their channel, but knock the royalty percentage down to 10%-12% for books sold through an external distribution channel.

Also, realize that your royalty percentage could be based on the net sales of the book (i.e., book price minus printing costs minus whatever discount (36%- 55% discount) the publisher gave bookstore distributors to sell your book) — instead of percentage of retail price less discount to distributors. 

When you deal with Amazon’s CreateSpace, also realize that they only pay you the first time your book is sold.  If the book is returned, refunded, and then resold, even though it may look like you sold two books, you really only sold one book.

There Must Be More Sales!
Another shared complaint is that if an author’s book is being distributed through thousands of distribution channels, as the self-publishing company claims, then there should be more sales of my book! 

This phenomenon is similar to a falling tree in the forest… if the book is out there but no one knows that it’s there… does it ever get read?

It’s hard for authors to realize but a book just doesn’t get sold on its own.  People have to know it’s out there, and they have to want to buy it.  There has to be marketing and promoting done for the book to get people interested in the book.  In the self-publishing world, this duty falls on the author’s shoulders. 

Another thing:  A lot of times, books are simply overpriced.  To get a respectable return on the book, authors may push the retail price of their books higher than the market will accept.  Unfortunately, once a book is printed with a retail price, the retail price is set.  There's no changing it.  The only way to lower the price is through giving more discounts... which lowers the author's royalty amount even more.

Also, with the new technology of the e-book options, many are no longer purchasing paperback or hardcover books.  E-books are cheaper.  The cheaper the price, the less the royalty check will be. 

And there is another — more sensitive — reason that the book is not selling.  Just because a book is printed and out there, that doesn’t mean there’s an audience for that particular book. 

So, What Are We Going to Do?
To sum it all up… by the end of my research, I’m as confused and lost as I was before I started.

So, I’m still trying to sort things out.  First, we have to sit down and determine what our main distribution plan is to be.  That will narrow the field for us. 

From there… who knows?    Because I surely don’t!


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Sunday, December 4, 2011

If It’s Such Good Advice, Why Not Follow It?

I’m awakened by the piercing ring of my phone.  I roll over, planning to let the answering machine deal with the caller, until I hear my friend’s upset voice being recorded.

I stumble to the phone and manage to pick it up before she slips away in the shadows of my sleepy haze. 

Rachel is unnerved.  She finds herself in the middle of a very volatile and emotional situation.  Before she acts upon her instincts, she wants to pass the plan by me — her logical, objective, and stable friend, who always gives her good advice.

She gives me the background of her situation, describes her dilemma, and outlines her plan of attack.  Once she blurts everything out, she asks what I think of her plan.

I try to calm her down, so she can clearly understand what I’m about to say.  I tell her that, if I were in her situation, I wouldn’t do what she’s planning to do.  I foresee that her current course of action would create more problems than solve them.  Instead, I would do ‘such-and-such’.

She listens, understands the reasoning, and agrees that her plan of action would aggravate the situation.  She thanks me for my advice and hangs up.

Thirty minutes later, the phone rings again.  It’s Rachel… in tears.  She admits that I was right.  She should have followed my advice, but she went with her plan, instead.  Doing it her way did, indeed, make things worse. 

Rachel:  “Now, what do I do?  I’m thinking of going to him and doing ‘this-and-that.’”
Me:  “No, I wouldn’t do ‘this-and-that’ if I were you.  I would do ‘such-and-such’ instead.  Neither of you are in the right emotional state to deal with this rationally at this time.  If you continue on this path of yours, you’ll make it even worse.”
Rachel:  “You’re right, of course.  You’ve given me great advice.  Let me hang up with you and do what you suggest.”

An hour later, the phone rings again.  It’s Rachel… in tears.  She, once again, admits that I was right.  She should have followed my advice, but she went with her plan, instead.  Doing it her way did, indeed, make things much worse. 

Rachel:  “Now, what do I do?  I’m thinking of going back and doing ‘this-and-that.’”
Me:  “No, I wouldn’t do ‘this-and that’ if I were you.  I would disengage at this point.  You need to step back and let things settle down.  Don’t do anything more to agitate the situation.  Neither of you are in the right emotional state to deal with this rationally at this time.  If you continue on this path of yours, you’ll make it even worse.”
Rachel:  “Yes, but I can’t just sit here and do nothing… I can’t let…”
Me:    “I know it’s hard for you, but you’ll going to have to step back and let things settle down.  You’ll have to let things 'just be'... for a while.”
Rachel:  “I see where you’re coming from.  Thanks for the advice.  I’ll let you get some rest.”

Another hour passes, and the phone rings.  It’s Rachel again.  She's set up a meeting with him, tonight.  She's leaving in a few minutes.  She wants to discuss the matter furthereven though an hour ago, he was so angry, and she’s very afraid of what he might say or do when they meet…

Me:  “Rachel!  Why are you meeting him?!  I told you to disengage… that means to disconnect.  That means NOT to talk with him, NOT to meet with him, NOT to see him!  Stop all contact with him until things settle down!”
Rachel:  “I know, but I can’t let things sit.  It’s not in my nature.  I can’t just wait things out.  I know you’re right, but it’s too late.  I can’t turn back.”
Me:  “Rachel!  Don’t go!”
Rachel:  “I have to…”

And the phone line goes dead.





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Thursday, December 1, 2011

Yes, Even in a Car Repair Shop


I believe that I’ve told you (many times before) that I am not a patient person — but I’ll tell you once more, because…

I recently had to take my car in for repairs.  After 5½ hours of waiting, I was finally told the amount of ransom needed to secure both my and my car’s release.

It was a long, long day for me.

It’s not like I didn’t plan it all out, either.  I knew I had to wait for the repairs, so I tried to reduce my waiting time as much as possible.  I called the day before and explained my situation.  I made an appointment with the manager, to make sure that my car would be taken care of in a timely manner, that parts would be ordered, etc.

I was told that the repair would take 2 hours, and that’s what I expected.  I did not expect the 5½ hours that it turned out to be.

Knowing my impatient nature, I did bring a book with me, to keep me distracted — but instead of keeping me distracted from what was going on around me, it heightened my sensitivity to it.

The book I brought was The Seven Principles for Making Marriage Work (by John M. Gottman, Ph.D. and Nan Silver).  In the book, the authors focused on the importance of respect and honor in healthy relationships — e.g., in a friendship, a marriage, or work-related encounters, etc.

This day at the repair shop just reinforced that message for me.

You see, the manager, Brandon, and I had formed a comfortable connection over the two days we’ve been discussing my car problem.  We had a pleasant and respectful rapport going.  He answered my questions and… well, treated me as an equal.  He treated me with respect and honor.

Even though I am an impatient person, I was willing to sit there for however long it took for my car to be fixed, because I trusted that the manager had my best interest in mind — and, unfortunately, I had no other choice.

Two hours into my sentence, a different person — I’ll refer to him as Mr. Jerk — bellowed out into the waiting room, searching for the person who belonged to the Ford Focus.  I raised my hand and went to meet him at the counter.  Before I reached the counter, he started with his condescending tone, mumbling a list of recommendations that “must be” done.  He started pushing me to use their credit card, ignoring my responses and reasons for wanting to handle the payment differently. Another employee tried to step in and have Mr. Jerk stop badgering me, but Mr. Jerk ignored that voice of reason.

I could feel my frustration and irritation rising with every breath Mr. Jerk took.  Every phrase he uttered dripped with mockery, disguised as teasing.  Simply put:  I had no desire to deal with this person; but, at the same time, I knew I couldn’t make Mr. Jerk change his behavior toward me.

It’s sad to admit, but we — women, in particular — have been conditioned to be smile sweetly and take this type of behavior.  Don’t try to understand what’s going on under the hood of the car.  Just pay the mechanics whatever they tell you.  Don’t rock the boat.  Don’t make a scene in public.  Just sit there and take it.

Unfortunately for Mr. Jerk, I’m of a different opinion.  I believe everyone — me, included — should be treated with respect — even in a car repair shop.

So, knowing that 1) I couldn’t change Mr. Jerk’s behavior and 2) I didn’t want to have to deal with him anymore, I simply told Mr. Jerk to stop talking to me and that I wanted Brandon to talk to me, instead.

Obviously, Mr. Jerk didn’t understand the seriousness of my request.  He just stood there and continued to be himself… a jerk.

I repeated my request — in the middle of a lobby and in front of his manager, Brandon.

Mr. Jerk turned to Brandon and repeated my request to him, adding that “She doesn’t like me!”

I did not contradict that statement.  I did not backtrack or try to soften the impact of those words.  I just let that statement continue to float out there… until Brandon took Mr. Jerk’s place at the register.

Brandon explained my car's issues, and we agreed to just concentrate on the “safety issues” and not on any of the other stuff on the list.  He let me use my own method of payment without giving me any hassles about it.  Unfortunately, he told me I’ll be waiting for another couple of hours; but that was OK, since I was being treated with respect.

As I went back to my seat, I noticed that Brandon tried to give Mr. Jerk some etiquette lessons, so that the customers that came after me would be treated better.

What was even better was that during the remaining 3½ hours, Mr. Jerk changed his tone and behavior.  He showed more respect to the other women who were waiting for their cars. 

Yeah, I know he’s probably calling me all sorts of names under his breath, but — at least outwardly — he was treating his customers with more respect than before.

And yes, showing respect and honor is important… even in a car repair shop.

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Sunday, November 27, 2011

Thank Goodness for My Day Job


My day job is constantly feeding me the motivation necessary to keep my dream alive.

It’s truly a fertile and futile training ground for me. 

It allows me to practice the fine art of waiting — a skill that I’m finding crucial in keeping my sanity while keeping my dream alive. 


  • I wait for others to get back to me. 
  • I wait for phone calls and emails to be returned. 
  • I wait for corrections to be made and processed. 
  • I wait for co-workers to get back from vacations and lunch breaks. 
  • I wait for answers to my questions. 
  • I wait for approvals and authorizations. 
  • I wait on clients.
  • I wait for the day I can quit. 
  • I wait… and wait… and wait.

While I’m doing all this waiting, I’m also learning lots from my co-workers, supervisors, and managers.  


  • They’re teaching me to reduce my expectations so to reduce my disappointments.  
  •  They’re illustrating the destructive forces ego and insecurities have on team spirit and productivity.
  •  They constantly remind me how the "blame game" erodes a person’s integrity and credibility.

All these skills come in handy when trying to become a published author, so I’m grateful to my day job.
 
Yes, thank goodness for my day job.  If it wasn’t for it, I wouldn’t be pursuing my dream so diligently.




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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Wait


Well, I’m back to playing the waiting game — waiting for feedback from those who agreed to review the children’s book, endlessly waiting for a publisher  to come through for us, and waiting for Katherine to have time to meet with me regarding our next move.

I have to admit, I am not a patient person.  I have this insatiable need to constantly be doing something to keep this dream going.  We call it “throwing spaghetti against the wall” — just hoping something sticks for us.

And yes, I know that things will happen… all in due time.  It’s just that… well, I am not a patient person.





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Sunday, November 20, 2011

I’m Not Used to This

I told you that I was reaching out to various organizations and associations to see if they would help us with getting our children’s book picked up by publishers.

Well, the Florida Department of Education pointed me toward the 67 individual school board districts throughout Florida.  I contacted my district and a neighboring one as well.  My plan was to contact each of the 67 districts, one by one, and see who would respond to our request, if any.

Within a couple of hours, I received emails back from the school boards willing to discuss our projects.  Some back-and-forth emails later, those involved with elementary education and bullying prevention programs for the school districts, along with the district’s school’s social work supervisor have offered to review our manuscripts and give us their feedback.

Hopefully, our project strikes the right core with them.  If not, I’ve got 65 more districts to contact.

I’ve also reached out to Abundant Assets Alliance—which combines YMCA of the USA and Canada and Search Institute (three distinguishing organizations with proven success in building strong kids).  One person with Search Institute emailed me back to let me know that she was forwarding my email to her colleague.

I know all these people could come back and tell me that they can’t help us, but I’m just excited that each one of them took the time to reach out and make contact.

After months and months of reaching out to publishers and literary agents — only to receive cold silence from them — it’s a pleasant and welcoming change to have people actually respond back.

I guess I’m just not used to this.


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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Shifting Gears

Since it seems that we’re changing direction with the relationship book, Katherine and I have to really sit down and think things through and make some decisions. 

This means I can’t go any further on this project until Katherine and I can meet.

So, to keep myself busy, I’ve turned my attention back to the children’s book. 

I’m pretty sure that we’ll run into the same hurdles with the publishers of children’s books as we have with the adult-nonfiction publishers — which is that we don’t have a following, a built-in audience, or formal and time-tested sales platform that would guarantee book sales for the publisher.

We could self-publish the children’s book, but we’ll need help with the funding of it.  Because of the discussion aid that goes along with the story, we’re talking about a two-book package, with illustrations for each chapter.  All of that takes more money than we have.

With that in mind, I’m brainstorming as to how I can generate some support for the book.  I’ve started sending out requests for help to various groups… hoping that someone would step in for us. 

I’ve sent letters to homeschool publishers, organizations, and associations. 

I’ve reached out to the National Homeschool Association, various parent/teacher associations, the Florida Department of Education, and the Florida School Board Association.

I’ve targeted Target® as well.  Their community outreach programs focus on reading and educational programs for children.  That gave me the idea to write to the president of Target® to see if he had some leads or contacts that would help us get published. 

I’ve even written to Mrs. Laura Bush to see if she would help us out.

We’ll see if any of this bears fruit.  In the meantime, I’ll keep brainstorming…


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Monday, November 14, 2011

Can’t Judge a Book by Its Cover

We’ve had a couple of emails going back and forth from that “helpful literary agent.”  She’s very eager to introduce us to her contacts at the two non-traditional publishers she’s mentioned.

I’ve looked into both of the companies.  One is a hybrid publisher who requires us to buy 2,500 books from them, which would mean we would have to invest around $15,500 — a price tag that was way over our budget.

Once we hand over all that money, we would have to do all the marketing, promoting, distribution, and selling for this huge inventory.  For all of this, we would receive pennies in royalties for those books that are sold through their distribution channels.

The second option this “helpful literary agent” is promoting is a newly formed self-publishing arm of a huge traditional publisher (which dominates the self-help industry that we want to break into).  The literary agent tells us that the president of this huge publishing company personally reviews all the manuscripts that goes through the self-publishing division and the strongest titles are brought over and republished through the gigantic traditional publishing arm — which is a huge bonus for first-time authors like us.

This self-publishing arm also offers the same marketing opportunities that the traditional publishing company has created — another good bonus for authors who are not skilled in the art of marketing and distribution of books.

We thought this would be perfect for us.  Without this option, our materials would never be reviewed by anyone in one of the large traditional publishers — let alone the PRESIDENT of the company!!!  Our thought was that if we couldn’t get pass the bouncer at the front door, maybe we can slip in through this backdoor…

Yeah… This golden carrot that the literary agent is offering us is sooo bright that it’s blinding our senses.

We graciously accepted her kind offer of introduction — but accepted it in a vague and general manner.

This way we had time to decide what our next step should be.  Although an extremely important element, getting this book published is only one step in our master plan.

We really need to analyze this option to see if this new path is in line with our overarching goals.  We have very limited funds, and we don’t have the luxury of missteps.  We want to make sure that we are spending the money in the most effective way possible and in a manner that would propel us down the right path for us.

So, I’ve taken off my dreamer’s hat and have replaced it with an analytical one.  I’ve taken off my rose-colored glasses and replaced them with sunglasses that will protect me from the glitter of gold illuminating from this carrot that’s being dangled in front of us. 

And the more I look into the proposal, the more I’m convinced that this definitely IS a golden opportunity… for the publishing company, that is.

This self-publishing service is actually being outsourced to another self-publishing conglomerate, and the services are being marked up considerably through this “self-publishing arm” of the huge traditional publishing company. 

Also, the promise that the PRESIDENT reads every manuscript that comes through is an… exaggeration… to put it mildly.  The busy president of this huge successful publishing company doesn’t read the manuscripts that come through the front door of his main business, why would he waste his time to personally read every manuscript that comes through the backdoor of the self-publishing arm of the company — that is actually outsourced to another conglomerate? 

Why is our “helpful literary agent” pushing us in this direction?  Why is she advising us to spend money that we don’t have for a promise of a golden carrot that was made of fool’s gold?

This is a good reminder that everyone operates primarily out of self-interest.  At some point, another’s self-interest will get in the way of our self-interest.

This is why it’s always good to follow the basic rule… “If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is.”

But I’m a person who always looks for a silver lining, and a good thing has come from all of this. 

It’s made Katherine and me seriously consider the self-publishing route… 




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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Keep in Touch

I complimented a co-worker for a job well done and patted her on the shoulder.

She stopped for a moment and gave me a thoughtful look. 

It was then that I realized that I may have crossed into her personal space when I patted her on her shoulder.  In this crazy world that we live in, I guess I could be brought up on harassment charges in the workplace because I touched her.

I started backing away from her when she smiled and said, “You know, it’s really nice to be appreciated and be given a pat on the back every once in a while… well… a pat on the shoulder.”

I walked back to her chair and gave her another pat on her shoulder and then I gave her a pat on her back.  Then, I rubbed her back between her shoulders a bit.

She said, “Oh, wow!  I’ll give you 30 minutes to stop that.”

It’s just another reminder that we need to be told that we are appreciated.  We need to feel that we are appreciated. 

Everyone needs a good pat on the back… and if you follow it with a little back rub, all the better!


Sunday, November 6, 2011

Time to Get Off the Merry-Go-Round

We received a very interesting “encouraging letter of hope” from a very kind and helpful literary agent.

She eloquently expressed her concern about our lack of a “well-developed platform” to support the marketing and promotional aspects of our project. 

She told us that:
“Publishers increasingly expect authors to have well-developed platforms prior to seeking publication so that they have a built-in audience when the book comes out.  If a publisher doesn’t believe that the author can personally sell many thousands of copies on their own (the big NY publishers expect to sell in the 20,000 to 50,000 copies at a minimum based on the author’s sole efforts), they are averse to taking a project on.”

Without an established audience, publishers — and, thus, literary agents — will not take on new authors.

If this was a rejection letter, it would have stopped there; but our encouraging letter of hope continued.

Although this literary agent could not take us on as a client, she advised us to look into other publishing models that have developed over the years. 

She has gone so far as to name a couple of non-traditional publishers and has offered to personally introduce us to her contacts in these companies. 

We really appreciate her offer because a personal reference really helps in this business.

So, we’re getting off of the merry-go-round we’ve been on for the last year and moving on to a different ride. 

Hopefully, this new ride will take us somewhere exciting, and not just round and round in a circle.