This morning when I checked my horoscope, I had no idea that it would actually come true.
One of your most admirable characteristics is that even when you feel like
giving up, your internal drive keeps you going. Someone gives you a boost today,
and you find that with some encouragement, your creativity takes off.
Well with two weeks of not writing, waiting for responses on my proposals and a box and a half of books I couldn’t sell, I had sprouted an ugly case of the mean reds. Had I risked too much by writing full-time? Do I have what it takes to become a profitable, much less best-selling author? Gee, maybe I should look into getting a real job.
But when I hauled my boxes to the mail box center, one of the guys peeked inside and saw my book. He took one out to read the back cover and a lady standing next to me happened to see it. She asked what I wrote and when I showed off Hot Tamara and In Between Men, she told me to sign one copy each and then handed me cash for both books!
I was so flustered. Now that I think about it, I hoped I spelled my own name right! When I sat in my car and processed what happened, I had one of those quiet moments where I could actually feel the words, thank you.