Lies in a Season of Tribulation by Launa McNeilly

I didn't make any resolutions for this year but I do have some goals that I will strive to reach. I'll start with my writing.  I will strive to get the second book, A Spirit's Touch, published either with an agent and traditional publisher or by myself. It's a wonderful story that my editor, ( daughter in law, Sheila) loved. I think it's good. Trouble is, I'm not sure where it fits in with what catagory. Perhaps I will write a synopsis on this site and let my readers vote for which catagory they think it fits into. I have still not finished my third book and have been slow to do so because I am trying to pitch the second. The life of a writer. Anyhow, by the end of the year I hope to have second and third out there. The second anyway.  My hope for my first book, Lies, is to get it into the hands of as many as I can and let them spread the word. To do that, I have published in ebook format and it will be available on Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble.com on January 15th.  Two pretty good sites to be listed.

Okay, now we come to my personal goals.  Sooo many, but I'm approaching this rationally. I'm not expecting to metamorphis into a 58 year old woman that looks like she's twenty five. I've tried all the wonder creams, instant facelifts, movie star products and have come to realize that they may work on those that are only twenty five years old but not so much on the more mature. It wasn't that hard to look twenty five when I was twenty five. Not planning on going under the knife, book hasn't sold that much, so I've figured out that I need to get back to basics. Oh yes, diet, exercise (groan),and less stress in my life. Sound good? Not really, but let's face it, it's the only way that's free. Free I can afford. Besides, if I invested money instead of my own sweat and hunger, I would feel stress. This way I figure I can do all three and if I cheat every now  and then on two of them,( not saying I'm going to),  it won't create stress for me. I'm used to failure.  Success would scare the hell out of me!  Hence, stress. Makes sense to me. Do I need therapy? Hmm, probably, but I'll save that for next year. Maybe.