Christmas in Dixie!

It's Publishing Time

I haven't posted here in a while.
My time is consumed with getting
JOAB ready for the publisher.
It is a grueling process.
My publishing consultant
called this morning,
just getting everything
aligned for me.
They are so helpful,
but the majority of the
work always falls on the author,
whether you self-publish
or publish with an agent.
It is now old hat with me,
JOAB being my seventh book
to get to the publisher.
Four of them are my own;
three are clients' books.
And I'm constantly
interrupted by—well by life.
It does go on.

I'm thankful for some
getaway places. I have to
change it up from time to time.
Familiarity, you know.
And then people start to know you,
and you get nothing done.
But talk!
And then there is the marketing.
Press releases, scheduling signings and events.
This will be my best year for events and signings.
I have scheduled four out of eight signings I need to have in a three-week time frame in Mississippi and Tennessee. And while I was having coffee with my eclectic friends this morning, I got another invitation to consider a signing in the mountains of Georgia! I want to do that one and while I'm at it, I would like to go back to South Carolina. Maybe I can do those in early summer.

I'll keep you "posted" about JOAB. I must get back to the cover. I have my ideas!

Nice chatting with you today!
See you next time.
And Merry Christmas from Dixie!

Jane Bennett Gaddy
Trinity, FLA

Comments

Solitude

Likely we have never understood the truth of solitude until now, in the Year of our Lord 2020. A season of enigmatic suffering, seclusion, fear. We hear stories of the elderly dying alone. There can be no funeral, just burial. We hear of refrigeration trucks being used as morgues to hold the bodies until they can be disposed of. Sadness and loneliness hover over the epicenter of our once untouchable city where literally thousands are dying—Alone. At least, we thought it was invincible— Our Savior considered that and more when He cried, "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?" (Matthew 27:46). It makes perfect sense that God had to turn His back on Jesus at the Cross, because a Holy God cannot look upon sin, and in those moments on the Cross, Jesus "became" sin for us that we might be made righteous through His shed Blood. In all of that, of course, the God-Man was—Alone. For He (God) hath made Him (Jesus) to be sin for us, Who knew no sin...

It was Over... The South Was Defeated

Isaac Payne rode with the last of his company to Appomattox on April 10 with no inkling of what to expect. He waited outside the perimeter. Enlisted men were not allowed to be present on the streets of the Courthouse area. Only commanding officers. Isaac was emaciated, just like all the other southern patriots who leaned hard against the white picket fence that surrounded the township. Tired, empty, and disheartened, they waited to know the end of the story. One man could scarcely be identified from the next. They all looked the same. Withered and wasted. Isaac dismounted and patted Glory. She was his only earthly possession besides his weapons. His only connection to home. He gripped the bridle and pressed his face to her thin neck, unconsciously rubbing his hand over her protruding bones. If he looked up in the distance he might see his father and brother riding the dusty road to Appomattox to join him, but how could that be? They were dead. The thought of their absence and ...

A Treasure

We live in the incredible age of the Millennials . Notice I didn't say the Millennium, the Kingdom Age, the thousand year reign of Christ upon the earth (Revelation 20:4-6). That comes a little later. We must finish out the Age of Grace followed by the Rapture of the Church, and then there is the seven years of Tribulation, after which Satan is bound in the abyss, and the Church will rejoice for a thousand years with Jesus "seated upon the throne of His Father David." Inconceivable? Read it for yourself. There is so much to ponder between those lines. Back to the present, a little slice of time in this Dispensation of Grace when we have produced a generation of what the culture has dubbed Millennials . We who are of the Silent Generation sometimes find it difficult to "get" this concept. We grew up with party-line telephones, a three digit number, and a real live operator. I probably never heard of a passcode unless it was on the Chocolate Flavored Ovalt...

Search This Blog