My grandparents must have been having the time of their life, about to head to Europe on the Cedric. Karl with his business plans expanding and his steamer trunk filled with hope; Helen just breezing along the way she always did.
I wish I could say that I’m not still filled with angst about my book’s chance for a wide audience. We do have to accept our fate. In the long run maybe it isn’t really all up to us to seize the control we think we SHOULD have, deserve, or desire. I keep my small backpack stuffed with as much hope and humility as i can while continuing to work to promote this book, every day.
I will be signing books at the Museum at Pigeon Forge, in Tennessee if it is still standing—Oh those devastating storms! What Hell!—on May 4th, 5th and 6th, along with the other dates in April already mentioned. Any ideas are more than welcome. Warm Regards to my readers.