Well, I’ve done it again! I have self published a second book. I am quite proud of it. It has more short stories, more poems and this time I am including my quips. I do love a one-liner! Now here’s the thing. I did not have an enjoyable experience with Amazon. I am sure it was just me not understanding the way things are done. So I have decided to do things my way. Be afraid, be very afraid! Hahaha I am sure I can find a way to screw up this up too but what the hell, let’s give it a try!
If you live in Canada and would like an honest to goodness actual copy of the book just email me at email@example.com. I am on PayPal and the cost is $20.00. If you live elsewhere I also have the book In PDF for $5.00. Just email me. Now if you live in Canada and would prefer a PDF copy, that’s just fine. If you live outside Canada and would really like a hard copy, we’ll talk. Shipping could be expensive.
I love to write but I honestly hate the selling part. I have sold a number of copies and people seem to like it so I am emboldened. I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and number 3 is almost done!
Actual book $20.00 CAD and I’ll mail it to you
PDF $5.00 CAD and I’ll email it to you
Forgive me for what I have done. Forgive me for what I have not done. And please let me enjoy the craziness in between.
I do not suffer from paraskevidekatriaphobia. Do you?
To live we must have air, to have a life we must have passion.
My Lord walks with me
He guideth my hand
All that He asks
Is that beside Him I stand.
My eyes remain open
My heart willing and free
The choices I make
I make only for me.
The Lord is my shepherd
I will always abide
I will walk on His path
I will stay at His side.
Attitude can change a Chihuahua into a Mastiff!
I am perfectionally challenged, and proud of it!
It’s been very hot here this past week, occasionally making it into the high 40s Celsius (100+F) and the room with my computer has no air conditioning so I have no post written for today. Never fear . . this Blast From My Past was written in July 2013.
Do you ever sit in a quiet room and listen, I mean truly listen? Close your eyes and pay attention. I can hear the wind off my balcony gently blowing through the trees. I can hear my refrigerator humming its ubiquitous sound of cold. I can hear the highway and a steady drone of cars whizzing by. A bird, a gull I think, probably searching for lunch, loudly. There’s a banging, somebody doing construction. Oh yes and a car horn screeching its presence. Oops, a car alarm screams in protest, at what I do not know. A truck backs up, punctuating the world with his irritating beep, beep, beep, beep…
You see I believe true silence is illusory. Even when a room is deathly quiet, it is not silent. Spend some time in a library. It is one of the noisiest places that advocates silence. Listen carefully. The librarian is admonishing someone for something. Someone else is on the phone directing someone to the appropriate department. With the advent of computers there is a constant clicking of the keyboards. I can hear pages turning, sometimes in anger. There is the irritated sigh as someone looks for a book but cannot find it. Pages rustle and footsteps clack on the uncarpeted floor. There is no silence here.
Once upon a time our world was much quieter. We didn’t have cars and computers and the ever present hum of electricity. Our nights were darker, we didn’t have the light pollution of all the towns around us. I believe as a people we were calmer. Now we want more and more. No matter what we have, we crave new and better. What is that? What is it the psychobabble of the day is saying: relax, chill, be cool. Well it’s true! We live noisy and harried lives. We rarely seem to take the time to stop and smell the roses. Even when we relax it’s doing something energetic and noisy. Ah yes, the sounds of silence: the ever present white noise that surrounds our lives. I just heard that they actually sell machines that emit white noise because it is often difficult for some people to sleep when things are too quiet.
I wonder if we would know what to do if all sound stopped. I wonder if people who are completely deaf actually experienced true silence? All I know is that my world is noisy and sometimes irritating and I love it all!
Don’t spend your time worrying about what ‘might happen’ or you may miss what ‘is happening’.
If appearances are everything, then there are those who have nothing.