No more than what I have come to expect.
Harlequin turned me down, they said my romance was too non-confrontational for their taste.
At least they didn't ask me to put money on the table for nothing.
As an unknown quantity, my only hope is self-publishing.
Yesterday, I did think about rewriting some of the older stories using the techniques I have learned since I wrote the books years ago.
I also considered bringing out some of the ghost stories I wrote in an anthology, closing of two main series and starting my story Shandra over.
There are many options for stories to continue, I was asked if I would consider expanding my story "Ghosts don't talk."
I am now almost as old as my father when he died from cancer. A fall such as the one I had yesterday wouldn't usually have left me feeling poorly, but with my ankle turning and a heavy fall, I am still shaky and aching almost a day later.
The peril of getting older.
A change in the UK weather.
Last night's change in the weather in South Bristol was very welcome as the rain came at the end of an extended dry spell, thank you, Lord.
A thriving Disqus channel.
There are few ghost stories on my channel disqus.com/home/channel/indieworld/, but it is still thriving.
I may adjust my style and add some ghost stories next month.
I never believed a publisher would read one of my blogs.
My former editor used to say, "always write to the best of your ability even on your blogs, you never know if a publisher is reading them."
That was one piece of advice I never believed when you consider the millions of people writing blogs what are the chances of a publisher reading one of mine? Less than a snowball's chance in hell.
I've been blogging for over a decade and never got anywhere. Years ago, I had a German friend who said I was in the top six bloggers she knew, now I find it hard to write one blog a day.
My fight against being disabled.
When people read I have fought an incurable illness for two decades, until last year, they think of me as a fighter and an inspiration. To me, I am just a person who wouldn’t go down without a fight.
I know I’ll lose the war, but I sure as hell will win some battles, and I have.
I wish I could believe.
All things being equal if my bills had been smaller, I could have gone to see Taranda Greene in Bath tomorrow; as things are I can't afford a CD with this lovely tune on.
If God has another plan I wish he'd let me know as right now I am so down, there is no light at the end of the tunnel.
I wish I could believe things will get better, but I have been trying to convince myself of that for too long to believe.
It is a pity it won't have any effect.
Yesterday, I had a temporary ban imposed on me by Facebook for putting an image on my profile they considered pornographic.
If I had put a video/post about how to make a bomb that killed Jews, it would have been promoted because the site is Pro-Palestine, as was proved by the fact that last year 26,000 Jews took the owner of the website to court for inciting terrorism.
The more coverage the better.
I have a second Wordpess blog on storytelling211675305.wordpress.com/2018/07/24/a-free-sci-fi-serial-to-read/
Better than Facebook.
As I don't use Facebook, I have gone back to my Wordpress blog hereiamattheedgeblogspotcouk.wordpress.com/2018/07/24/indie-world-hosts-a-free-serial/