Our Big News
No, we’re not pregnant. But we might as well be. Not only have Jerimiah and I decided to try to self-publish my book, Let Me Fall, before Christmas, we’ve also opted to publish it using our own publishing company.
And that means actually starting our own publishing company.
I’ll spare you descriptions of the mental pandemonium going on at the Pensinger house and sum it up by saying that things are a bit tense. To prove my point, I’ll let you in on part of the conversation I had with God recently:
ME: Did You have to line it up so I would look stupid in every way possible?
ME: First, You make me give everyone the “God told me to write it” line. Then You don’t give me any platform whatsoever and make the story memoir-ish—which according to experts, no one wants to read. And just when it couldn’t get any worse, You ruin my chances of ever be taken seriously by the traditional publishing world and lead me to start my own publishing house and self-publish. What the heck is wrong with You?
GOD: Would you rather build an ark in your back yard?
That shut me up.
So if anyone happens to catch me wearing underwear on the outside of my pants or any other insane behaviors, just chalk it up to temporary insanity due to involvement in a God-sized task, and move along. No pictures please.