January 1, 2016 Dear Rhonda: This is a reminder that it’s not too late. Remember the minutes, the hours and the days will pass whether you do “that thing” or not. It is the moment by moment choices we make that move us forward. Or backward. And it’s not a competition, either. This is an [...]
A man doesn’t plant a tree for himself. He plants it for posterity—Alexander Smith. Earlier today, Glad Tidings church in Moncton, New Brunswick, dedicated a green space on its property to the memory of three fallen RCMP officers killed in the line of duty June 4, 2014. They were killed by a lone gunman in the city’s north end, where the church is situated.
According to my sixteen year old daughter, who happens to be an avid fiction reader, only “Lame-o’s” read the end of the book first. So Mom is a Lame-o.
Since last I wrote about my journey into self-promotion on January 25, my number of Twitter followers has grown from 342 to 723. But I’m following 1288. So far, most of the people who have followed me (after I followed them) are those likeminded souls who are also selling indie books.
Many, many books.
As long as I can remember, I’ve been keeping a journal. A stack of them line my bedside bookshelf and testify to my dedication. I think I have journals dating back to 1992.
At a business coaching workshop a couple of weeks ago, I made a commitment to one action, done daily for at least 15 minutes, that would bring me closer to my goals. Among other things, I chose to work on building an audience for my books using social media, including Twitter.
In my circle, the adage “we are human beings, not human doings” is oft repeated.
Meaning, of course, that we should not be so goal-oriented in the course of our lives that we forget to be aware of each moment and be present in their midst—whether it is a good moment or a rotten one.