It's not a coincidence that the most inspiring, amazing people I know have been through the unimaginable. Rapes, drug addictions, depression, and much more have plagued these people's pasts and sometimes creep back into their lives like evil shadows when they least expect them to.
As much as we try to combat them, sometimes the shadows seem to win. Sometimes no matter how far you've gone, or much you've healed or how long it's been since you last spoke to someone, something will trigger that feeling and tempt you to mentally, emotionally, or physically go back into that dark place where you never wanted to, or intended to go again.
My favorite Japanese proverb is this: fall down seven times, stand up eight. The number of times the shadows of your past seem to creep in doesn't matter. What does matter is what you choose to do with them. The best news of all is you always have a choice. Will you let the shadow defeat you? Will you let it make you curl up into a ball, shut out the world, and forget what's important to you? Will you let the shadow take everything away that matters, that you've worked so hard for? Why let a shadow of your past have such a grip on you? Hasn't it already taken away enough? Are you going to let it steal your joy? Your piece of mind? Your happiness? The choice is yours: Stand up to the shadow or let it defeat you all over again.
Standing up to the shadows is never easy. It's harder than letting the shadows consume us. Our shadows are like bullies, waiting in the wings, hiding in the darkness, waiting to pounce. If you ignore the bully, they'll likely be back with a vengeance. If you succumb to the bully, they'll attack until they find someone else to bully. Those are the easy options. If you stand up to the bully, which is scary and hard, your bully will initially get worse. You'll get knocked down. You'll be challenged. You'll slide backwards. You'll get hurt. It will be hard. You will grow. You'll become tenacious. You'll surprise yourself. You'll get some thick skin. You'll get stronger. Standing up will become easier. It will take time and work. Your bully will see that they no longer have the hold on you and will move on.
If we confront our shadows head on, just like confronting a bully, we will grow and learn and change and recognize our own resiliency. We'll be able to stare our shadows down and not let them define who we are or what we do. Our choices determine our actions and our attitude determines our altitude. You have the power to confront any shadows that are waiting in the wings, or those that are on top of you. You've had the power to do it all along. You just need to find some courage and an arsenal.
By an arsenal, I'm not talking about weapons, per se, I'm talking about resources. Resources can come in all shapes, sizes and types. The best resources include counseling, support groups, religious gatherings (depending on your faith), and surrounding yourself with supportive family and friends. Using your arsenal of resources, you will find your strength to stand up.
In addition, we have to remember that others around us are fighting their own shadows whether we know it or not. Something we may say or do could be a trigger for that. We have to recognize that everyone deserves compassion. We all must walk our own roads and make our own choices.
I've noticed I am drawn to people with similar circumstances and experiences. If you have a friend that continues to be bogged down and succumb to shadows, tell your story of how you beat your shadows or let them know how you confront them. There is immeasurable power and healing to be found in knowing you're not alone and that someone has walked that same tough road and conquered the shadows you're still facing.
Today, I challenge you to stand up...whatever that means for you. Celebrate the small victories, and build your arsenal every day. We cannot chose our pasts, however, the future is wide open. Stand up to your shadows. Don't let any of them take away another precious minute, precious moment, precious second of your life. It is our choices that determines who we become. Fall down seven times, stand up eight. Never, never stop standing up! :)
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Perspective
I have been at my current job for over 6 years and people have often commented on my positive attitude and the fact that I’m often smiling. I end up with nicknames like smiley, sunshine, and bubbles. One person recently looked at me and told me I must be on some kind of drugs because no one is that happy at work. What she fails to realize is that happiness is a choice and it’s all about perspective.
Prior ending up in my current career, I spent some time working as a 911 dispatcher. This experience changed my life completely.
Imagine working in a room so dark you don't know who is sitting beside you, illuminated by four computer screens in front of you, two more to your right and a phone system that looks like it could help land an airplane. Others sit nearby talking in calm voices, where you hear tidbits of one-sided conversations such as, "where is the gun now?" or "how many times have you tried to kill yourself before?"
A call comes in. A young boy in a terrified voice says, I think my parents just killed each other.
This was my typical day as a 911 dispatcher. Fresh out of college with a criminal justice degree I was idealistic. I was in the hiring process for six months, which is considered a short amount of time. 90% of applicants don’t make it through the process, which included a group interview, psychological evaluation, physical, and a polygraph.
Imagine working in a room so dark you don't know who is sitting beside you, illuminated by four computer screens in front of you, two more to your right and a phone system that looks like it could help land an airplane. Others sit nearby talking in calm voices, where you hear tidbits of one-sided conversations such as, "where is the gun now?" or "how many times have you tried to kill yourself before?"
A call comes in. A young boy in a terrified voice says, I think my parents just killed each other.
This was my typical day as a 911 dispatcher. Fresh out of college with a criminal justice degree I was idealistic. I was in the hiring process for six months, which is considered a short amount of time. 90% of applicants don’t make it through the process, which included a group interview, psychological evaluation, physical, and a polygraph.
I was in the 10 percent that get hired and I was determined to change the world and make difference. And for a while, I did. I learned 250 codes and signals. I aced the tests and, in a short time, I was beginning to handle the toughest calls without assistance.
But making a difference came at a cost. Over time, the amount of pressure to learn everything quickly began to take its toll. I would get up at 3 or 4 am one week and then get home around 1 or 2 am the next week. Despite this erratic schedule, I no longer felt tired. I have no idea what I was eating, because I wasn’t hungry either.
For weeks at a time, I had very little contact with any family or friends, because my schedule was so unpredictable and often, I was only off of work when they were sleeping. I made friends in the training classes who were going through the same things I was, and that made it somewhat bearable.
I told myself that this was all worth it. After all, this is what I wanted to do. I majored in Criminal Justice to change the world. I couldn’t quit now. I was at the top of my training class. One week I took over 20 calls from suicidal people. I was an expert on talking people down and distracting them until help arrived. I didn’t take into consideration the toll that this job was truly putting on me.
During my last training class, we listened to some recorded calls. One included a dispatcher who couldn’t understand the accent of the screaming woman on the other line. The response was delayed. I knew it wasn’t the dispatcher’s fault but I never considered how I would feel if my lack of understanding or comprehension of what was being said delayed a response.
After hearing that call, I knew in that moment, that despite all of the training, preparation, and time I had put in, that this was not the job for me.
The day that I quit, I drove home with a smile on my face. I had no plan, no job to fall back on, and my family thought I was crazy for giving up my first "real job”.
The reality was, instead of changing the world, the world changed me. The lessons I learned as a dispatcher were invaluable. I learned that things can always, always be worse. The stresses we typically experience in our day-to-day lives are minor. The reality is, our days are numbered and they are precious, so I choose happiness and I challenge you to do the same! :)
Fault and Blame
"Sam, you were drugged and raped. You were not at fault, not even a little."
"You're wrong," she said as tears spilled from her cheeks. "He told me the whole time it was happening that it was my fault. I should have fought harder and screamed louder. I wore a short dress. I left my drink unattended. I did everything wrong."
This excerpt breaks my heart every time I read it. At the time I wrote it, I thought I understood. God knows I've done my share of blaming myself for things that weren't my fault. What disheartens me is the sheer volume of people (male and female) I see on the message boards and Facebook groups for survivors of trauma who feel this exact same way.
These survivors become victims of their own minds and often, as a result of something that wasn't their fault, their lives spiral out of control. They lose their sense of security and sometimes their jobs. They lose their families and friends in some instances. They lose all semblance of order in their lives simply because not only are they blaming themselves, society is blaming them as well.
When I see these posts, I try to convince the survivors of trauma that they're wrong. I try to be there for them. I tell them how special they are and that they were made to fill a purpose and that that are wonderful people and nothing will change them. Then I get angry. After being victimized, there should be nothing but an outpouring of love for someone who has gone through a trauma like rape. The bottom line is, something needs to change.
Society as a whole tends to blame the victims of rape and it's disgusting. If you blame the rape victim because her clothes were provocative, using that same logic, you must also blame the bank that was robbed because its contents were provocative.
As simple as it sounds, women do not get raped because they were drinking or dressed provocatively. Women (and men) get raped because someone raped them. There is a place for being proactive and being aware of surroundings. However, we need to flip the script. Instead of teaching our college and high school students how not to get raped, the focus needs to be changed on not raping and the definition of consent. There are two ways to stop and help prevent rape. 1. Don't rape people 2. Don't make excuses for rapists.
I challenge anyone that has ever made a generalization about a survivor of rape or domestic violence to imagine for a moment that you were in the shoes of that person. Imagine what it must feel like to be completely violated and have your support system crumble around you. Think of how helpless the survivor must feel to be blamed and treated like they're lying or at fault. I pray that you never have to experience something like this, but compassion is key. Treat people with love. Hurt people hurt people. They hurt themselves and others. The judgment and blaming of rape survivors needs to end.
He reached for her hand and she let him slip the ring back on her finger. Tears welled up in her eyes again as he hugged her, but they were tears of relief. He hadn't run away. He didn't hate her. He didn't think she was wrong. Even if she blamed herself, he didn't blame her. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
"Thanks...for being a friend," said Samantha.
"I'll always be your friend," Charlie replied. "No matter what."
I hope and pray that every rape or domestic violence survivor has someone like Charlie Cartwright in their corner. They deserve someone who will listen and be kind and understanding, regardless of what has happened. I pray today that every survivor will find the support system that he or she needs.
We all deserve to love and be loved. A survivor of this type of violence deserves and needs an undeniable and incredible amount of love and support. We have a moral obligation to take care of others who are suffering. You never know when your words of kindness or your simple act of love will have an undeniable or life-changing effect on someone else. It's those simple acts that can mean the difference between life and death. Do something positive with your days. Listen to someone when they tell you something. Believe them fully, even if it's hard or if you're initially skeptical. Give people the love and understanding you would want if you were faced with the same situation. That's true kindness and compassion.
Should you be interested in checking out No Man Sam, don't buy it...it will be on a free promotion from 4/30-5/2 on Amazon.com. The purpose of this blog post was not to promote the book. I just get infuriated when I see all of the rape and domestic violence blaming and shaming that goes on in our culture. Love is so important and should be the focus of all that we do :) Thank you for reading!
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Hunting Rainbows
Within the past few weeks, there have been several battles going on around me. I am learning that I can't control any of them, but that hasn't stopped me from wishing I could. At times, I want to shake certain people and ask them if they're serious. I want to tell them to think for themselves and to stop letting others dictate what happens. I want to make them feel better, make them happy, make others stop taking advantage of them. Then I remember that I can't make anyone do anything.
I have been struggling through a situation that I believe is wrong. Someone I love dearly has made a life choice that I believe was influenced by others who have ulterior motives. I have watched this person suffer and make choices that I know she would not have made, had it not been for the influencers. I pray this person is acting on her own accord, and that her best wishes are truly at heart for the influencers, but I also know the track record of said influences and believe that is not the case. It frustrates me to no end that there is nothing I can do change things. Fighting with the influences will not suffice or make any change. As hard as it is not to fight for someone I love, there is nothing I can do to change it. I have to let go.
I have a choice. I can stand by and watch it unfold before me, being as I have no control, or I can remove myself entirely from the situation. I have to remember God is in control, because I have none and never had any to begin with. However, what I allow into my life is what will continue. Therefore, those people can take a break from my life and my thoughts.
It seems like people perpetuate their own storms and then get mad when it rains. Once it rains (perpetuated or not), we all go hunting for rainbows. When the storms of life get the best of us, we go in search of something better, something to make us happy, something bright, maybe with a pot of gold at the end.
I wish life worked that way. I wish every time there was a storm, everyone would have their own rainbow to look forward to. Not to say it never happens, but we can't expect a rainbow every time. We're given our situations and our gifts and struggles for a reason. But we make choices every day about what we choose to do with all of our struggles as well as our gifts.
There's no sense in hunting for rainbows in places where you can't stop the rain from falling. I guess it's up to all of us to find our own rainbows and choose our own paths. I can only hope to encourage you to enjoy the gifts of friends and families every day because you never know when they will be ripped from your life by death or other circumstances beyond your control. Hold those moments and revel in them. Trust that God knows what he's doing, and focus on what you can control. :)
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Live Your Dreams
When we were little, things were so much easier. One week you could want to be a doctor, the next an architect, the next a musician, and three days later, you could decide your ambition is to design clothes for the rich and famous. We grow up and eventually choose our paths. Those who are lucky or ambitious find their passions early in life and thrive.
In Gallup’s 2013 State of the American Workplace study, 70% of those who participated described themselves as “disengaged” from their work...This fact makes me sick. Why are walking through our work lives "disengaged?" Because it's easy? Because we don't believe we can make things better or make and impact where we are?
I've been told I inspire people. While this is one of the most flattering things people can say, when some of those same people are the ones who are miserable day in and day out, I honestly want to shake them. I want to say, "Inspire me! Please! I want to see what you can do. I know you're capable of so many things and that you want so much more. So go for it! Don't let anything stop you! I love that I inspire you, but stop watching me and go get what you want!"
Fear is one of the most powerful things in the world. We internalize it and become terrified of change. It's easy to watch someone go after their dreams. It's fun to watch it from the sidelines. I love watching people succeed, however I have greater admiration for the people whose dreams aren't easy and for those who fall backwards over and over again.
I want to say to those people who watch from the sidelines: "I want to watch you fall backward even though I hate to see you struggle." We fall and struggle because we have more to learn and need to grow from our experiences. Falling isn't failing. You only fail when you quit. Reaching a dream is very much like a child who is learning to walk. One step and then the fall, and then comes the tears. Soon, another step, and a collapse, inevitably more tears. Eventually, that child will become so proficient with walking, he or she will start to run. For those people on the sidelines--I want to see you run! I want to see you meet and exceed all of your dreams because I believe in you! Don't tell me I inspire you. Inspire someone else. Inspire greatness, or tolerance, or love, or change. Don't let your ideas fall on deaf ears. Stand at the top of the tallest mountain if you must, do whatever you have to do to work toward your dreams.
Don't be your own worst enemy. It's time for you to believe in yourself! Fear has the power to consume you, but the cool thing about fear is you control everything internally. Everything you do or choose is only as big as you choose to make it. If you let a move or a job stand between you and your happiness, you're letting your fear be too big. Sure, we don't always know what's on the other side of that new job or that new path, but if nothing else, you'll have grown and become stronger. Let your fear shrink and your light become bright. Let it illuminate your path and think about what will make you truly happy. When you do that, you will inevitably inspire others.
One day, the sun will set and you won't see it rise. That day could be today. Imagine never seeing the sun come up again. I'm not trying to be morbid, but this is reality.
What will you wish you have done? Who will you wish you spoke to one last time? Who still needs to know that you love them? I challenge you to take today and do it. It can't wait. Time won't make hard conversations any easier. We only have one life to live. Let's stop filling it with negativity and watching from the sidelines. Get in there! Live your dreams! Do some falling and then I want to see you run. Why? Because I care about you and I want to see you succeed. We may not know each other, but that changes nothing. We need more free thinkers and positivity and people pursuing their dreams now, more than ever. Whatever your dream is, please, I beg you, start working toward it now. It is never too late to get started. This is your chance. This is your moment. What will you do with it? :)
In Gallup’s 2013 State of the American Workplace study, 70% of those who participated described themselves as “disengaged” from their work...This fact makes me sick. Why are walking through our work lives "disengaged?" Because it's easy? Because we don't believe we can make things better or make and impact where we are?
I've been told I inspire people. While this is one of the most flattering things people can say, when some of those same people are the ones who are miserable day in and day out, I honestly want to shake them. I want to say, "Inspire me! Please! I want to see what you can do. I know you're capable of so many things and that you want so much more. So go for it! Don't let anything stop you! I love that I inspire you, but stop watching me and go get what you want!"
Fear is one of the most powerful things in the world. We internalize it and become terrified of change. It's easy to watch someone go after their dreams. It's fun to watch it from the sidelines. I love watching people succeed, however I have greater admiration for the people whose dreams aren't easy and for those who fall backwards over and over again.
I want to say to those people who watch from the sidelines: "I want to watch you fall backward even though I hate to see you struggle." We fall and struggle because we have more to learn and need to grow from our experiences. Falling isn't failing. You only fail when you quit. Reaching a dream is very much like a child who is learning to walk. One step and then the fall, and then comes the tears. Soon, another step, and a collapse, inevitably more tears. Eventually, that child will become so proficient with walking, he or she will start to run. For those people on the sidelines--I want to see you run! I want to see you meet and exceed all of your dreams because I believe in you! Don't tell me I inspire you. Inspire someone else. Inspire greatness, or tolerance, or love, or change. Don't let your ideas fall on deaf ears. Stand at the top of the tallest mountain if you must, do whatever you have to do to work toward your dreams.
Don't be your own worst enemy. It's time for you to believe in yourself! Fear has the power to consume you, but the cool thing about fear is you control everything internally. Everything you do or choose is only as big as you choose to make it. If you let a move or a job stand between you and your happiness, you're letting your fear be too big. Sure, we don't always know what's on the other side of that new job or that new path, but if nothing else, you'll have grown and become stronger. Let your fear shrink and your light become bright. Let it illuminate your path and think about what will make you truly happy. When you do that, you will inevitably inspire others.
One day, the sun will set and you won't see it rise. That day could be today. Imagine never seeing the sun come up again. I'm not trying to be morbid, but this is reality.
What will you wish you have done? Who will you wish you spoke to one last time? Who still needs to know that you love them? I challenge you to take today and do it. It can't wait. Time won't make hard conversations any easier. We only have one life to live. Let's stop filling it with negativity and watching from the sidelines. Get in there! Live your dreams! Do some falling and then I want to see you run. Why? Because I care about you and I want to see you succeed. We may not know each other, but that changes nothing. We need more free thinkers and positivity and people pursuing their dreams now, more than ever. Whatever your dream is, please, I beg you, start working toward it now. It is never too late to get started. This is your chance. This is your moment. What will you do with it? :)
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Kindle Unlimited
We live in an exciting time when it comes to the power of the written word. A twitter post with 1 sentence or idea can go viral and ruin someone’s career, increase their "popularity" by 1 million (or more) new followers, or can be sent into oblivion before anyone can give it a second glance.
Speaking sending words into oblivion, I loved the idea of having an agent. I imagined him or her to be someone who could champion my book and help me announce it to the world. Instead, my illusion was quickly crushed and destroyed when, after several full-manuscript requests, it was rejected, time and time again.
About the same time those rejections rolled in, I bit the bullet and entered this year's Amazon Breakthrough Novel contest. I figured if the manuscript sucked, I'd never make it from the ten thousand entrants to the second round (only 400 per category). But, based on the synopsis, it was chosen. It didn't make it to the third round. However, after reading the comments from the impartial people who'd reviewed the first 3 chapters, it was clear they really enjoyed it. They were concerned as to where the book was going and afraid I would start preaching or get on a soapbox or something (which I don't and would never do in a novel). Those comments put me in gear. I realized it didn't matter if I ever sold anything. I wanted to get it out there as fast as I could. At the same time, I was completely and utterly terrified.
I kept thinking about the few comments I'd received from agents. These were people...respected people, with established backgrounds, and bestsellers under their belts. I felt the book wasn't crap, but I wasn't impartial. For me, it took some awesome beta readers who gave me the push I needed to continue forward.
Part of me had always been envious of Indy authors who did everything themselves. With the comments from my beta readers in my mind, I hit that submit button, even though I was scared out of my mind.
Within ten minutes, I had a sale. Then, nothing. For days. I wondered about that rogue sale. What crazy person had read my synopsis and spent a few bucks to read something by someone with no reviews that involved a purity ring, a rapist, and a vendetta? All of those hot-button issues the agents had stayed away from and avoided at all costs? I was stoked and also anxiously awaiting the kindle reader to come to his/her senses and return the book.
A funny thing happened then. I announced the book on Facebook. People I never would have imagined took an interest, while some close friends who were "interested" never gave it a second glance. This is, apparently, not unusual, but came as a surprise to me nonetheless.
Now, a few months later, the Kindle Unlimited Progam has rolled out. Authors who have published exclusively on Kindle have the opportunity to enroll and receive a very small cut of a fund for each book downloaded and read past 10 %. Amazon members pay $9.99 a month to download any title they chose out of 600,000 books. There has been constant debate since the program was announced and some authors apparently feel that Amazon is devaluing their books.
The only reason I didn't make my novel free is because I wanted people to have to "buy" into the story and not just download it and let it sit there, amidst a hundred other free books. However, I will be making it free for a limited time as often as I'm allowed and have dropped it to .99 for a limited time as well.
The reason for making the book cheap is not to devalue the novel or to have it chosen over the other million books on Kindle. I want everyone who is interested to be able to afford to buy a copy. I wouldn't have had a choice on pricing if I'd signed a contract with an agent. I believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe the person who needs to read No Man Sam doesn't have a disposable income. Or, maybe they're struggling through their own feelings and need an escape. I understand that. I believe words are like magic and I don't care that they're cheap. I was never in this to make money. In fact, I've given more away to charities than I ever expect to gain, but that's OK. We're all on this rock together. Let's make the most of it and enjoy it! We have to do what we were meant to do. For me, that's writing.
If you're one of those authors who hates Kindle Unlimited, Indie Authors, and/or cheap ebooks, I hope you can see through to my side of the fence, even if you don't necessarily agree with every statement above. I challenge you to put yourself in the shoes of an Indie or new author. Maybe I'm wrong or completely off base...that's ok with me. We're all here to grow and learn and experience new ideas. I'm thankful to Amazon and every other company that sells self-published books. The ebook world should be filled with new books of all genres, daily. We can never have too much knowledge, read too many stories, or identify with too many characters.
I am thankful that in this day and age, readers from all walks of life can have an avenue to publish an ebook. I appreciate the fact that I can self publish a book full of hot-button issues and create something that means something to someone. After all, isn't that what writing is fundamentally about?
Speaking sending words into oblivion, I loved the idea of having an agent. I imagined him or her to be someone who could champion my book and help me announce it to the world. Instead, my illusion was quickly crushed and destroyed when, after several full-manuscript requests, it was rejected, time and time again.
About the same time those rejections rolled in, I bit the bullet and entered this year's Amazon Breakthrough Novel contest. I figured if the manuscript sucked, I'd never make it from the ten thousand entrants to the second round (only 400 per category). But, based on the synopsis, it was chosen. It didn't make it to the third round. However, after reading the comments from the impartial people who'd reviewed the first 3 chapters, it was clear they really enjoyed it. They were concerned as to where the book was going and afraid I would start preaching or get on a soapbox or something (which I don't and would never do in a novel). Those comments put me in gear. I realized it didn't matter if I ever sold anything. I wanted to get it out there as fast as I could. At the same time, I was completely and utterly terrified.
I kept thinking about the few comments I'd received from agents. These were people...respected people, with established backgrounds, and bestsellers under their belts. I felt the book wasn't crap, but I wasn't impartial. For me, it took some awesome beta readers who gave me the push I needed to continue forward.
Part of me had always been envious of Indy authors who did everything themselves. With the comments from my beta readers in my mind, I hit that submit button, even though I was scared out of my mind.
Within ten minutes, I had a sale. Then, nothing. For days. I wondered about that rogue sale. What crazy person had read my synopsis and spent a few bucks to read something by someone with no reviews that involved a purity ring, a rapist, and a vendetta? All of those hot-button issues the agents had stayed away from and avoided at all costs? I was stoked and also anxiously awaiting the kindle reader to come to his/her senses and return the book.
A funny thing happened then. I announced the book on Facebook. People I never would have imagined took an interest, while some close friends who were "interested" never gave it a second glance. This is, apparently, not unusual, but came as a surprise to me nonetheless.
Now, a few months later, the Kindle Unlimited Progam has rolled out. Authors who have published exclusively on Kindle have the opportunity to enroll and receive a very small cut of a fund for each book downloaded and read past 10 %. Amazon members pay $9.99 a month to download any title they chose out of 600,000 books. There has been constant debate since the program was announced and some authors apparently feel that Amazon is devaluing their books.
The only reason I didn't make my novel free is because I wanted people to have to "buy" into the story and not just download it and let it sit there, amidst a hundred other free books. However, I will be making it free for a limited time as often as I'm allowed and have dropped it to .99 for a limited time as well.
The reason for making the book cheap is not to devalue the novel or to have it chosen over the other million books on Kindle. I want everyone who is interested to be able to afford to buy a copy. I wouldn't have had a choice on pricing if I'd signed a contract with an agent. I believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe the person who needs to read No Man Sam doesn't have a disposable income. Or, maybe they're struggling through their own feelings and need an escape. I understand that. I believe words are like magic and I don't care that they're cheap. I was never in this to make money. In fact, I've given more away to charities than I ever expect to gain, but that's OK. We're all on this rock together. Let's make the most of it and enjoy it! We have to do what we were meant to do. For me, that's writing.
If you're one of those authors who hates Kindle Unlimited, Indie Authors, and/or cheap ebooks, I hope you can see through to my side of the fence, even if you don't necessarily agree with every statement above. I challenge you to put yourself in the shoes of an Indie or new author. Maybe I'm wrong or completely off base...that's ok with me. We're all here to grow and learn and experience new ideas. I'm thankful to Amazon and every other company that sells self-published books. The ebook world should be filled with new books of all genres, daily. We can never have too much knowledge, read too many stories, or identify with too many characters.
I am thankful that in this day and age, readers from all walks of life can have an avenue to publish an ebook. I appreciate the fact that I can self publish a book full of hot-button issues and create something that means something to someone. After all, isn't that what writing is fundamentally about?
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