I was raised in a dancing family–I still feel I am supposed to dance every Saturday night.  We either danced at our country school or any of the neighboring schools.

Dances were social events–time for ranchers to get together and talk.  The rancher’s life is a lonely life out taking care of cattle alone.

Dances brought us children together to dance, talk and play.

Dances were multigenerational–ages from a 3 month old baby to grandpa and grandma!

And dances were about the movement and the music–it was good old country and western music, local bands and dear friends that we bumped into on the dance floor.

To this day, my feet and heart want to be at a dance on a Saturday night!

As a beautician, I was on my feet for eight to twelve hours a day, but when I locked the door for the night, I was done. I worked weekends, envious of those who didn’t. Holidays were our busiest times! I loved the adult conversation and interaction and I loved the creative expression that being a beautician offered me.
As a teacher, I had the weekends off and time in the summer except when I was going to school or working to compensate my teacher’s salary. My mornings started early and my nights were filled with grading papers, sponsoring clubs, baking for bake sales, and reading adolescent literature–I was an English teacher, so I was always reading to prepare for the next lesson and unit. I loved my active middle school students and their thirst for life.

In the later years of my education profession, I worked at the district level, and the demands and stress were different. We had deadlines, projects, projects, projects and more deadlines but no nightly papers to grade. I facilitated training and was one of the district technology support personnel. I loved the collaboration with my colleagues and technology.

Yes, my focus was out there for most of my professional life—keeping my customers satisfied and educating energetic middle school students. Now my focus has been on me, my words, my thoughts–what a delightful change. 

Originally I had no plans after the book was published. I bought 100 copies and sold them to family and friends. Then I started receiving positive feedback, and I did several book readings and signings at public libraries. I sold the original book order so I bought more books. A small thought crept into my mind. I maybe can be successful at writing and publishing. 

I have scoured the Internet for all the freebies or inexpensive support to promote my book as a self-published author–there’s lots of resources out there. I have listened to numerous webinars about this profession. I bought two eBooks to help me – “77 Ways to Find New Readers” and “How to Market a Book.” Both have been helpful, but 77 Ways has specific suggestions and is a short read. I made a check list so I can check off the suggestions I have done–that helps me! 

I did make a major investment in my future and paid for a course in promoting my book nationally. It is the BestSeller Blueprint with Steve Harrison and Jack Canfield. It’s pricey, but I respect the success that Jack Canfield has had in the publishing world! 

All in all, I relish the direction my life has taken here in retirement. I have three more books to publish: a poetry collection about my grief process around Mom’s death, a fictional short story about a notorious horse thief which was a story I grew up with, and more stories and poems about growing in southeastern Colorado in a small country town during the fifties and sixties. 

The future is bright–I am writing. I am sharing my words with others, and I am growing. It is never too late to make that specific dream come true; I am proof of that!

Everything I wanted to do this afternoon was on the computer, and a summer thunderstorm hit with lightning and thunder.

Reminded me of many childhood days when I was working on the sewing machine to make my 4-H project.  The lightning would start and my 4-H leader, Margaret Lewis, and I would stop production for the day.

I ran home, skipping through the mud puddles, and my family would sit on the porch, dazzled by the much-needed rain.  As soon as it quit raining, we would pile into the pickup and go out to the ranch, checking each rain gauge my Dad and Granddad had put up on fence post.  The gauge–an Alka Seltzer bottle.

We would go from gauge to gauge, dumping out the rain water and Dad would make a mental note of the amount and then record it when we got home.

Ritual–yes!  The dry plains of southeastern Colorado needed every drop of water it got.

So today took me back.  I breathed a sigh and did other things, enjoying the sound that only rain can make.  Our garden needs the rain; local ranchers and farmers do too–and my spirit does too!

It may seem strange to offer my Kindle eBook for free, but I am–for the limited time of June 12 – 14.

This is a strategy that many self-published authors are using today to stimulate a reading client of your work.  It also affects the Amazon statistics about your book, so I thought I would try it.

If you haven’t gotten an eBook copy of my book, now would be the time.  Head on over to Amazon.com and download it to your favorite device and find a nice shady spot and enjoy!