Merry Christmas!

Two days!  Can you believe it's two days until Christmas? Guess I better wrap presents. Guess I better shop. First though I will wish you a Merry Christmas, and you know, “A Happy New Year” goes with that.

My head has been in a muddle this past week. Pixels have been playing havoc with my mind, along with downloads and book covers. Not too much else has managed to get through.

My engineer husband even helped me yesterday, sitting beside me at the desk, paper in hand deciphering a 1.6 ratio, and max of 2,500 x 1563 pixels to download a book cover. I don’t want to bore you with the details.  We just needed to figure it out.

It’s easy once you learn how.

And then it took three computers to finally get the cover and content and 10 million other details decided before Amazon Kindle Publishing would take it. It is in review right this moment and will take up to12 hours to be available. Grandson got up one second after I, palms awash in sweat, pushed the publish button.
 

Last week I read a blog by this title: “I Found $10,000 in my Desk Drawer.”

The story was that an author pulled out an old piece of writing, resold it, and made $10,000.  Maybe it was hype, I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, what matters is that he motivated me.

“I have some old writing,” I said. “It is sitting in my desk drawer."  It was written the day God decided to throw a book in my path, or rather when He (God?) allowed Gabe, my Rottweiler, to dig it up.

At the time I didn’t think this manuscript was long enough for a real book, but an eBook?

It’s perfect.

I listed the price as 99 cents.

A part of The God Book, is fiction—another part is, well, you decide.

The God Book is a small book, about 33 pages of actual text, 12 chapters. God wrote it. I asked the questions.

It will be published on Kindle but, according to Amazon, if you do not have a Kindle you can download it on your PC. Of course, this Christmas for you blog readers I will send a FREE Pdf file if you send me your email address.

Merry Christmas!

Remember how you can have a book lying around for years until one day you decide to read it. “Wow,” you exclaim, “What took me so long?” That’s the way I felt when I re-read The God Book.

As it begins…

The God Book

As I recollect the month was March. Gabe, my Rottweiler, and I took our usual morning walk through the spring forest where mosses succulent as pomegranate seeds lined our path, and above, the morning dew hung like Christmas tree lights on the fir branches. While Gabe Roto-rooted the underbrush searching for whatever dogs search for, I walked lazily along, watching shadows break into sunlight, then back into shadow. Suddenly Gabe began to dig feverishly.

Probably a mouse I thought as I plopped myself on the moss carpet covering the forest floor. I figured whatever he was after would probably escape through its back door, when my big Rottweiler dog, tail wagging in exuberance, did find something.

What he found was not a mouse, a mole, a woodchuck, or any such animal.  It was a book, a small book, shiny black, with a gold ribbon bookmark, sparked by sunlight, dangling from its closed pages.

Strange, there in a forest, not often frequented by anyone except my dog and myself, lay a book as pristine as a new pair of patent leather shoes.  The book was only about three by four inches in size.  The pages were creamy white, and covered with a beautiful cursive written in bronze ink. It was the size someone could slip into their shirt pocket, and it was in perfect condition, not a tear, not a smudge, perfect.  With its few notations it was more like a syllabus, notes a teacher would take to remind her of her subject of the day. The bronze script flowed across the pages so perfectly it would make old handwriting expert Mr. Palmer sit up with a big smile on his face although he was dead and buried long ago. 

The book began thus:

 

“Why am I here?”

I snorted.  Of course, something all humans want to know. Someone’s journal.

The words continued…

And so it started, my day in the forest with an interactive book. I asked the questions, the words appeared.  I couldn’t believe that He/She/God wrote it, but then, dear readers, I will leave that up to you…