Uncage My Brave turns three months this week. Still a newborn.
People ask me a lot about how many copies I’ve sold or some derivative question. I tell them all the same answer: I’m happy with the sales.
My only real sales goal was to recoup any expenses I incurred in the publishing process, and maybe a few extra bones to pay for some iced coffees. THIS goal was met in the first month, thank you, God. Continue reading “The reason I don’t care (that much) about my book sales”
I’m writing to you from a cluttered desk and with a cluttered mind. I’m writing to you not as a writer but as a woman whose plans are being rerouted one by one, and she is like a GPS chanting “recalculating” while the car just keeps driving forward in the direction she didn’t plan.
Ever have that feeling?
The world keeps spinning and you would like it to stop or at least slow down because the dizziness is getting worse?
I had a plan for this summer. For writing, for work, for child rearing, for home tending, for discipling. And every blessed one of them has been rerouted. Continue reading “The Current State of My Life”
Babylon Bee, my favoritist tongue-in-cheek news site, shared an article on their Facebook page earlier this week that especially tickled me. The title: “Pastor Labors All Weekend On Church Blog Post Approximately Four People Will End Up Reading.”
Did you laugh?
So did I. I laughed because it is TRUE.
I saw myself in the pastor’s shoes. My goodness, I feel exactly this way every single week. I could have coffee daily with this emotion we are so tight.
I pour time, energy – and, yes, money – into this blog. I care DEEPLY about it. But, inevitably, as the words tumble onto the screen each week, the question poking at my emotional core is, “Does this even matter?” Continue reading “Does what I do even matter to anyone?”