It’s lunch-time, Christmas Eve.
I’ve given up hoping the agent will contact me before Christmas and am now hoping for early in the new year. (please oh please oh please…) It’s been a couple of months now, so it’s not looking hopeful. I’ve decided that if I can’t find anyone to publish Death Comes Dancing, I will probably either sell it as an e-book, or publish it here in installments. So there, publishing world! Watch this space.
In the last two weeks I’ve lost two friends to cancer. They were both my age and until the Big C they were quite healthy. I can’t understand how they’re gone and I’m still here. I’m asthmatic, overweight (times that by 5), collapsed discs in my spine, half my chest missing and a right arm that’s twice the size of my left, thanks to lymphoedema. I get puffed having a shower. Yet, here I am, still above ground. God’s ways are a complete mystery to me!
My mother always said, “Count your blessings and your troubles won’t seem so bad.” I have a lot of blessings: my family, my friends, my dog, my home, my church and bucket-loads of faith, hope, love and joy. I live in a lovely town, in a great state, in the best country in the world: Australia. I’m already more blessed than 90% of the world’s population! (Actually I have no idea what the figure is – I stink at maths – but it sounds right.)
So: here’s my Christmas wish to you and yours. Whether you’re celebrating Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or just having a family get-together, may your blessings be many and your troubles few.