I Made Real Sacrifices And Took Big

Publishing Is, By Its Nature, About Deadlines, And Deadlines Are Toxic.

For A Very Long Time, I Wrote A Book A Year, And Was Eager And Willing To Do It, To Put Bread On The Table, To Have My Work Out There. Now I Must Write A Book Every Two Years, And That's Never Enough Time, Either.

As Long As You Have Any Floor Space At All, You Have Room For Books! Just Make Two Stacks Of Books The Same Height, Place Them Three Or Four Feet Apart, Lay A Board Across Them, And Repeat. Viola! Bookshelves!

Lord, Make Me A Blessing To Someone Today

Cynthia Came In Quietly And Set A Cup Of Tea Before Him. He Kissed Her Hand, Inexpressibly Grateful, And She Went Back Into The Kitchen. When We View The Little Things With Thanksgiving, Even They Become Big Things.