Before you think for a second that writing a book and being published is something completely glamorous, let me set the record straight.
Ok, so this morning I am on my second round of coffee; hammering away at my laptop hashing out what I believe to be the final edits for #JourneytoHeal, from my publisher (I thought the last two rounds were rough).
Wait, correction: I’m actually on my second round of coffee at Panera Bread. I’ve already hit the Keurig at home.
In addition to this final round of edits, they also want me to compile a list of influencers and endorsers for the book: people I know that would talk about my book and spread the word among their circle of influence. But, now that I’m actually putting names down on paper it’s painfully difficult.
First of all, who do you ask to share about a book on the topic of recovering from childhood sexual abuse?
I mean, really? That is NOT one of the pretty topics that frequents conversations among women, much less in the body of Christ.
I’m reaching out to friends and people I know that share my story, and my list is coming together thankfully. But, let me just say; this is not fun. I wouldn’t put this in the category of fun things to do on a Tuesday morning in Wilmington, NC.
But, I have to keep reminding myself during these not-so-glamorous moments that make up my daily life; it’s all about perspective. God is faithful – even in this. This book I’ve written, with his help, belongs to him. He’s opened doors to relationships I didn’t think possible a year ago, or even last week! I’m so grateful to him, and because of him I keep moving forward – one un-glamorous step at a time.
Oh…and because life goes on in spite of a writer’s writing deadlines, I just left Panera Bread and am now sitting in the waiting area of the Toyota dealership, getting the oil changed in my seven-year-old Toyota Sienna mini-van.
Fortunately, they serve Starbucks coffee and donuts here. What could be more glamorous than that?