 A few weeks ago I made my first attempt at asking for some publicity. It took me a while. I haven't lived my life asking for attention. If anything, I've lived my life avoiding it. Introverted? Certainly. Well-taught by my parents to be humble and modest. Definitely. But then, I decided to self-publish a novel. Six months later, I'm a long way from being comfortable with promoting myself. I'd so much rather hide away and keep writing. But what would be the point? No one would ever read it.
Last Wednesday I drove up to Kutztown University to join my cover artist, Phil Gemmell in meeting a correspondent from the Berks-mont News. Laura Dillon met us in a fantastic little eatery called Betty's, and we told her all about what we're doing. It was straight forward, natural, Laura was very cool, and with some recorded notes, she was off to write her article. It was easy, it was fun, and it was small. I don't think the handful of patrons eating around us even took notice. Today, I went to Berks-Mont News and saw this picture with the headline, "Honey Brook author collaborates with Kutztown University student on redemption novel series." As I've mentioned a few times lately, I've been thinking about seeds. They are so stinkin' small before they go into that dirt, get wet, get warm, and then do great things. They also can't do anything on their own. They need good dirt, water, sun, and air. But most importantly, they need their Creator. I don't know how many people will actually see and read the news article, let alone become interested in "The Reaper's Seed," but it has all the potential of a gentle rain shower on a young plant. It's another little effort in a bigger picture. I've been given this desire, even gift, from God, and it's meant to be shared. Phil too has an amazing gift, and together, we are doing something small to share these gifts with the people around us. "I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth." (1 Corinthians 3:6, ESV) |
