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Indie Author

Ten years after beginning what has gestated into an entertaining and intense memoir, Finding Faith, Finding Safe, Finding Potatoes: through the religious maze into amazing grace is published.

As a self publisher, or Independent publisher, I can no longer  dwell in my own little world creating words on a page. Like a first-time mother, my new-born babe depends upon me to provide the nourishment, direction, and opportunities necessary for it to grow into a contributing member of society.  It is my responsibility to nurture this book in a market swimming with plenty of competition. I must give it every opportunity to guide it onto bookshelves, IPads, and Nooks around the world.

I may be a rookie, but I face this challenge with anticipation and enthusiasm.

As of 6/22/20, 14, I have sold 4 books.Image
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Coffee & Writing Metaphor

I have sipped the final sip of French Roast + Espresso blend coffee brewed in a French press. Boy was it yummy (guess I forgot to mention that a dose of Irish Creme coffee creamer enhanced this cup of java to an even greater degree of yummyness).  Too bad that it didn’t wake me up sufficiently to the point of being ready to finish cleaning the house and making phone calls for my Book Release Open House (I’m still trying to connect with someone in the media who would agree to interviewing me).

What does coffee have to do with a blog about a book?  Believe it or not, there are parallels. For instance, take the brew process: I heat the water (the idea phase). I pour the hot water onto coffee grounds (ideas merge together). I drink the brew (character and scene become roust memory as I identify with my main character (myself).

There are more things, I’m sure, but for now, I’m much too much sleepy to write intelligently.

Take Care,

Marsha Susan Tracy

Faith, Safe, Potatoes: New ebook Scheduled to Release Saturday, June 14, 2014

Finding Faith, Finding Safe, Finding Potatoes: From the Religious Maze into Amazing Grace is the story of a Jewish girl who struggles as a child to fit in with her peers and, as a woman, to find love, purpose, and a sense of belonging. In her early twenties, Marsha finds acceptance when she becomes a Christian during a trip to Idaho, but her new-found happiness comes with a price.

Available for preorder through Friday, June 13, 2014.

Marsha Susan Tracy

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The sharp, sweet smell of basil

Starfish at low tide in Bandon.ORA mild anxiety has hovered upon me all day. I feel as if I am loosing something, or running from something, though I do not know what.  Is it the book, or more precisely, the done book I’m not writing any more? For 10+ years I was writing a book.  Now the book is written and published. I feel like as if my child has gone off to Kindergarten.  What will I do with myself?

Sure, as the publisher of the book I have written, there is plenty to do. There’s promoting, planning and hosting a Release Open House, finding a job that pays, and deciding on a new writing project.  There’s also laundry, cooking, dishes, gardening, exercising (me and my dogs), church, and catching up with friends.

Yet, with all this to do, I feel as if I am spinning my wheels.  I feel as if I’m not doing enough.  I feel scattered.

I want to feel focused again.  I want to feel as focused as I felt when I was writing the book, especially towards the end when the theme was sharp and beckoning.

Or maybe I’m just afraid that nobody will buy it. Nobody will come to the banquet.

This morning, I went into our backyard and plucked several basil leaves growing in a pot under my Clematis.  Even though my sense of smell is almost nonexistant, I took a deep whiff of the freshly picked fresh herb, and sighed. I could actually smell it.  The smell stayed with me all day. It was pugent and sharp, and sweet.

Writing a book is something like the sharp, sweet smell of basil.  There are the sharp times when the words, or my tired brain, just does not work. There is the rejection letter and the criticism from others. The “I feel useless” moments. Then there are the sweet times, times when the words come together to express the exact thought needed, and in those times, I am encouraged.