Progression of my book cover & book description & title & content.
Hilarious is the word! Talking about hard work? Sure, hard it was but, it was lots of fun to hear the voice of my critics, “GET RID OF THAT STUPID ?” Well, all is turning out super easy and super good. Not many of those cute things with the curved tail and a dot to make interesting! Hahaha! All because of the power of love from on high coming to me through all my helpers!
Just take one more look at my headings throughout the following posts and my headings & posts of now. Good, don’t you think so? My goal is to tell my tales graphically. Don’t know yet whether it’ll work or not since my graphics are quite, shall we say not exactly the best? It will depend on the response from you all if any.
The following are two former posts. Needless to say, I did not get a single like in either of those two posts. But that didn’t damp my determination to make this blogging/book/author/publisher work. Not at all! I keep hoping, perhaps this time it’ll be better. Maybe I even get me a comment or a couple of new followers. You never know until you risk it! 🙂
Thursday, August 4, 2016 at 1:37 pm
How now brown cow? The photos are not plastered down. They are strategically & creatively & lovingly placed each in its ground town. How?
O my Father—O Father of mine? You know that I intended to do this cover as a simple cover as per my baby daughter’s suggestion. Well? I worked on the only photo I thought to be suitable for the book content.
The picture was taken some 54 years ago. Cameras at that time were not as common and of good quality as they are now. Thus the picture is only a blurry picture and memory of my trip back to my country to introduce my husband & baby.
But the picture is just right for the content of the book because that was the very beginning of a life that took many turns in the span of those 54 years. That life is what the book is all about.
Anyhow? It is not that I do not appreciate all the suggestion I get to help me to succeed in the sale of the book from professionals as well as from my own ‘beautiful smart’ child and friends. It is not that I am dead set in failing in my venture to sell the book. And mainly, the book it is what it is as per the description. The cover? The title?
I do not want to attract readers by giving them only something that is considered to be what they like to hear in order to even think of reading my book or much less of buying it.
O my Father—O Father of mine? How can I convey to Your people what You want to convey not what I get in my mind from so many diverse ideas coming to me from all directions? You know that I am a human being among the rest of human beings inhabiting this world.
But You also know that I am not the same person that I used to be. You have done a radical change within my being to mold me into the image of Your likeness. Therefore, I no longer act or react as I acted and reacted in the past. I wait on You to give me the lead on what is it that You want to convey to Your people in Overcoming Dysfunction Supernaturally.
Thursday, August 4, 2016 at 5:41 pm
O my Father—O Father of mine? It’s just about the end of another day. You spoke good words to me just today. Even so, I come to the end of each without any tangible results from my trust in You. What gives my Father, what gives?
I hear of so many successful people enticing others to strive for success. Me? You know my Father that I have no desire for riches & fame but, what is wrong with supplying the funds that Ahmad needs to take care of us? Is it lack of trust in me or in Ahmad? Is it laziness or lust or pride? What is it that is holding Your blessings from us?
Friday, August 5, 2016 at 2:15 am
Another day is here. Me? O my Father—O Father of mine? You alone know the reason for my slump. All sorts of things come to my mind. Even so, I know better than to trust my mind anymore. What will I say? What will I do? What am I to write? Those are all questions without an answer for me.
All things remain the same. No money. No work. Everybody knocking themselves down to get money, to get work. Struggle, struggle in so many lives. Then in so many lives? Emptiness filled with noise & nonsense. What is there for me to overcome this slump, O my Father—O Father of mine?
I will turn off the computer. I will clean my place. I will wash my cloth. I will cook. I will take a shower & wash my hair. Thanks, O my Father—O Father of mine? I am not alone. You are with me. At all times in or out of the slumps that come to disturb my peace.
Friday, August 5, 2016 at 10:57 am
Thanks, O my Father—O Father of mine? The slump is over. You gave me the victory over all evil thoughts slumping me down. Yes, of course, any and all know to conquer by way of positive thinking or engaging in one task or the other. Easily said than done.
Me? What’s the big deal about me doing what everybody else knows to do? Hum! Very easy to tell someone in the dump to do just that. Me? For years on end I tried, tried and tried any and all suggestions to think positive, to do this or that to no avail. Alone or in the crowd, the persistent evil thoughts would churn in my mind violently no matter how I tried to overcome them.
That was my sordid past. My victorious present? Father, not any human being including my own self, but, Father quickens me to do this or to do that. I automatically do as He quickens me to do and? Like magic. My mind is clear. My evil thoughts? What was it that I was bickering about? Nonsense. There is no need to bicker about anything. Father is working all things for my good and the good of all of my concern. What more could I ever want for?
My house and myself are now in order and clean. The cooking? Can’t wait to sink my teeth in whatever comes out of the pot when it’s finished cooking. On the boot? I fixed a deliciously healthy deep to munch while I wait for my cooking.
Ahmad came for a short visit. My visa is now good until next time. I am back at my computer task. I have nothing more to ask or tell. Case close.
Don’t be a stranger. Keep up your visits. You are most welcome! His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia.