I attended my first ever book signing. Wait. That didn’t sound like I was the one doing the signing, did it? ‘Cause I wasn’t. The author is a friend of mine, Cheryl Cannon. I know I can call her friend but honestly I don’t know her very well. But she is one of those people who sees you in the coffee shop for the first time in months and takes the time to sit and chat, ask about the family, always giving an encouraging word. I LOVE Cheryl and her sister Bev.
Cheryl has written a children’s book, Gomer the Goo Man. (Check out her website linked above and click on Let’s Talk Children’s Books) Today, dozens of people visited Barefoot Annie’s (owned by another friend of mine … I feel so important! LOL!) to congratulate her and purchase her book. I loved hearing how the book came to be and sweet Cheryl referred to me as a fellow writer. She shared how a former pastor motivated her and told her, “Don’t die with that book still inside you!” Wow. What great advice, huh?
The rest of the afternoon my mind kept wandering to that exclamation … “Don’t die with that book still inside you!” What is inside me that needs to be released before I die? Is it one big huge thing? Or maybe, just little daily things? Regardless, is it my privilege to keep anything captive inside me that has been given to me to share? What about you? What lies within waiting to be nurtured, waiting to be toiled over, waiting for you to conquer your fear?
Writing, Painting, Dreaming. . .