I planned to leave to end the pain, but was [am] constrained by concern for others. In the meantime, I penned another book I know was given to me to share with others. This one is a fantasy fiction for teens and young adults, and dedicated to my dear grandmother, Emma Danley Johnson, who had an admirable passion for books but not allowed more than a sixth-grade education.
My mother, who is imprisoned in a nursing home, also loves books and always wanted to write but never fulfilled her dream. I read this to her each step along the way and she loved it, asking, "When will I get a copy?" With that indirect request, I accepted the task of designing/creating a special edition just for her. My hope, my fervent prayer, is that she will be alive to hold and read it several times over before she leaves me; and that she will be proud of her old daughter. It arrives this week, much sooner than expected.
I do not plan to pursue publishing it without positive feedback, as I received for "The Land of Buttons and Bows." That book has been set aside because it turned into a nightmare to find and secure a committed illustrator, as well as a sudden/drastic change in my income. Only God knows what is ahead for that project, and me. For now, I focus on completing tasks instead of hoping foolishly, as I've done throughout my much-too-long existence.
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