I need one sale today www.draft2digital.com/book/32929 to pass $10; this will enable me to be paid as a writer for the first time since August. I need three sales to equal my worst months
Charity begins at home
Christmas is gone, and we are in mid-winter, but the weather is so pleasant today I could believe it is September, not December if it wasn't for the chill in the air and the last of the snow on the ground.
Though it is a beautiful day, I can't help thinking of the people who live on the streets, while they starve and struggle to keep warm, many governments spend millions on refugees who have done nothing for the country but bleed it dry and add to the burden on the police and nursing staff.
If you want to be Christian and give to Charity, inevitably charity begins at home and looking after our people. It sickens me to think that ex-service personnel are left to rely on charity and begging, while the foreigners are given anything they want, so politicians can buy their votes.
Pick a day, any day, they are all the same to me
I get up and think "I have ideas for stories that would be good," and then reality hits me like a pain in the chest and I say "Why bother, nobody will read the story."
I have endless story lines that I could be writing but who cares? I have an idea how many read the blog posts, but that never translated into at least 1% sales for my e-books www.draft2digital.com/book/150338 / www.amazon.com/-/e/B007U50BOI.
Perhaps if these posts did bring sales, I would be tempted to continue as a writer.
A time of gratitude
This week, I will be attempting to retrieve some files from an old PC. The PC is well passed its days, and until now I kept it as a reminder of my friend, Faye, who died eight years ago.
I haven't had the time or money until now, to replace the charger that was lost in the fire in May.
Once this is done, I will discard the laptop, and another thing that connected me to my lost friend will be gone from my life.
At this time of year, I tend to think of the people in need of charity hereiamattheedge.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/buddy-can-you-spare-dime.html#.WjZi29Vl_rc and think "There but for the grace of God, go I"
Cuddles, my teddy bear, shown above is one of the fortunate bears who escaped the fire, many of his friends were not so lucky :(
My sole e-book market
I have been asked many times what made me write in the style of an American?
The primary factor is that approximately 95% of my e-book sales https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007U50BOI and https://www.draft2digital.com/book/62636 are in the USA.
The two highest compliments I have been given are I think like a Jew, https://hereiamattheedgeblogspotcouk.wordpress.com/2017/11/22/compliments-come-in-many-forms/ and write like an American https://hereiamattheedgeblogspotcouk.wordpress.com/2017/11/29/more-compliments/.
What did it mean in the end?
On the site Disqus, I am writing a series of short stories on the page https://disqus.com/home/channel/writingworld/ about a man called Alec.
The character is based on what is happening to me in real life as I fight Muscular Dystrophy. My body may have become overwhelmed by the genetic flaws I inherited, but my mind is still active, that is one reason I undertook the course https://www.coursera.org/learn/israel/home/welcome on Coursera.
I undertook the course, initially to attempt to write a better sequel to my romance https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075BJH2D2 and https://www.draft2digital.com/book/235628.
Now, I am continuing with the course for a better understanding of the life and times of Israel for my pleasure, and proving to myself that I am worth something as a writer.
This is the beginning of the sequel to A Homecoming
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075BJH2D2 and https://www.draft2digital.com/book/235628.
Even if the original has not sold I am going ahead with a sequel.
Jehoiakim woke from a disturbed night - one more in a series - he couldn't recall the last time he'd slept well; his tendon injury made sleep difficult, and his mind was racing about the story he had in mind about the events at Masada.
The sun rose across the bay, but he felt no warmth in his bones, too many sleepless nights left him drained and cold despite the desert heat.
He got up from his bed, and getting dressed as he walked to the kitchen, he fumbled in his trouser pockets to locate the change before he put the kettle on for his morning coffee. "Was it only a day or two since Adriana returned to Haifa?" he thought. “It seemed like weeks. I miss her so much, I know she's got her job and now is a respite she needs but I'd like to see her again."
He was roused from his longing for Adriana by the whistle of the kettle, while he poured the water into his coffee, Jehoiakim wondered about the things he'd seen - or thought he'd seen at Masada - did he see ghosts, or did he want to see ghosts?
The journalistic historian in him wanted to know what happened at the site, did he see shapes in the dark areas of the fort, or did his inquisitive mind create the images?
He opened the doors to the balcony and took his drink out to the table where he worked; watching the sun rise over the Red Sea made him wonder what his friend, Mark would think. He knew what Hannah would think if he told her, and he knew what her reply would be "Only you can answer your question, you are the person who thinks they saw shapes; maybe you did, who is to say?"He was lost in his thoughts when his phone rang to bring his mind back to the world of the living.
He glanced at the number, and said,"Hi, Adrianna, I was thinking about you. How was your journey back?"
Adrianna replied "The flight to Bucharest was rough, we hit a lot of turbulence; but once we climbed out of the clouds the trip wasn't too bad, thank you. I got back to Haifa this morning, and I was wondering have you made plans for the week?"
He smiled, and replied, "Not so far. I was thinking about what I think I saw at Masada, and how to write the story for Abir. I'm waiting on a call from him to tell me how my last piece went with the publishers."
Adrianna replied by commenting, "If Abir is as good an editor as he is a judge of people, he'll be asking you for further articles on the subject; don't worry about the writing. The reason I rang, other to tell you I was back safe was to ask if you're free to come up here next weekend; I can't make it this weekend as I have a meeting with my doctor on Friday and my editor on Saturday."
Jehoiakim replied, "Next week is good for me, I have some things to sort out at this end for my article, and Mark wants to spend some time with me to talk about my sister's death. I'll phone you when I get a clearer idea of what my plans are. I look forward to seeing you again. I miss your company more each day."
Adriana smiled, and replied, "I am the same, I wish we didn't need to be apart so much. I long to be with you."
"Kol Tuv, until we meet again, be well," Jehoiakim commented as he put the phone down.
Jehoiakim turned back to the room after he put the phone down and looking at the sea, he muttered, "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you, Anna, when you needed me. Please forgive me."
He sat quietly on the bed watching as the sea splashed on the shore outside, “I still haven’t found a reason why I felt the need to come home this year,” he pondered as he thought about having a cup of tea, rather than coffee. His mind began to retrace his thoughts about the Masada journey. He was tired, and thirsty “could that have caused me to see the shadowy images?” As a writer, he knew that there are times when people see what they want to look at, not what is there, but what did he hope to find at the fort?
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