It has been an exciting July for Rebekah Lyn Books. We started the month off with a 99 Cent sale of Winter’s End, the second book in my Seasons of Faith series. Winter’s End once again rose to the best-seller status attaining the #12 position in religious fiction on Amazon and continues to have steady sales.
The second week of July DiVoran’s Sacred Spring, the first book of her Florida Springs Trilogy kicked off a week long sale and soared to #3 in Christian Romance on Amazon. This was Sacred Springs debut on the Amazon best-seller list but I am sure it won’t be the last for Sacred Spring or DiVoran Lites.
Sacred Spring will be on sale for 99 cents through Sunday July 14, 2014 or until Amazon decides to raise the price back to it’s regular price of $2.99
As of this writing, Amazon has extended the 99 Cent sale price of Winter’s End. Be sure to check the price before downloading.
Amazon Best Seller Sacred SpringAmazon Best Seller
There are lots of survival shows on TV these days, and many of the people on them probably look crazy,
Wonder if they have a “go” bag?
with their plans for getting out of town fast in the event of a variety of disasters. I’ve learned from these shows though that a “go bag” isn’t just for conspiracy theorists. Living in Florida, I deal with torrential downpours, tornados, hurricanes, wild fires, and highways shut down due to major wrecks. In 1997, I was working the night shift and wasn’t able to get home because all routes were closed due to wild fires. Fortunately, I was working for a hotel at the time and was able to get a room for the night. We wore uniforms so I didn’t have to worry about fresh clothes, but sitting up that night, watching the news coverage of the fires burning, inching closer to homes and threatening to keep the roads closed for days, I vowed that I would never make my commute without at least an overnight bag from then on.
Building my go bag has taken years. It started with a basic change of clothes and a blanket, in case my car broke down somewhere. After a particularly good session working with my technical guru
Mike Thomas My Technical Guru
on the video trailer for Summer Storms, I was too tired to make the drive home and had to be back in to work in only five hours any way, so I crashed in a hotel with my trusty go bag. When I got in the room, though, I found out my bag wasn’t as trusty as I thought. The pants I had didn’t match my dress shoes, I didn’t have any toiletries, contact lens case or solution, not even a hair brush. Fortunately the hotel gift shop was still open and I was able to buy the few things not provided complimentary. When I got home the next night, I made a list of the things I needed to add to my bag.
Now, I feel confident that my bag will get me through just about any spontaneous situation, well, except an invitation to a formal event. I haven’t figured out how to cram an evening gown in the bag. I guess I’ll have to depend on my fairy godmother for that.
I worked on blogs and such yesterday and today gave my work in progress, the final book of The Florida Springs Trilogy, Clear Spring some attention. I don’t know why it takes years to get into good routines, but that’s one of the reasons I’m much in favor of routines, they help me streamline my life. It looks as if it will work to spend a two hour block one day doing marketing, answering emails, writing blogs, etc. and the next day concentrate on the novel. That would be a very loose plan for me. If a blog was insisting on being written right that minute, of course I would write it then.
How about you? Do you favor routine or are you a free spirit?
This poem is called “Worries” I read my Streams in the Desert Journal every day for the uplifting of my spirit it brings. It’s fun to find things I’d forgotten about. On Jun 3, of this year, I found a poem I wrote on May 25, 2011. At one time I was writing in it just a night when I couldn’t sleep so the dates are mixed. I don’t care. Do you?
Worry is such a sin that right away when I begin, I shut down all my mind and strength and go to such an awful length to deny my worries, oh, and not to ask that they will go, but to bury them where they’ll most do harm and cause my soul a high alarm. Lately though, I start to think, if I’ll admit, I will not sink. So now I say, I’m worried Lord, please throw my worries overboard. He comes, He does, as I have asked, and soon my worries all have passed.
Admit it daughter and come to me . I’ll deal with pain and set you free.
