When you're a writer (or any kind of artist), there's a fine line between promoting your work and bragging about it. I want to share my writings, but sometimes pride takes over and I forget how I got where I am.
I'm learning to be very grateful for those who have helped me along the way.
When I turned fifty, I published my first novel, A Home for Phoebe. I thought of a teacher that allowed me to put my teenage troubled thoughts into words, and that's when Phoebe was born. When I tried to thank Mr. Harriman, I found he had died a couple of years earlier.
I was too late.
This week, I thought of Norman Rohrer, the founder of Christian Writers Guild. The summer after I graduated from high school, I saw an advertisement in a magazine and ordered the correspondence course. He gave me the tools to develop those teenage thoughts and put them in a sensible order.
Later, I took more lessons with Christian Writers Guild, then owned by Jerry Jenkins. This time it was a non-fiction course. I learned to write how-to articles and devotionals. God used those skills to prompt me to write "Putting My Hand in God's." I've been able to distribute and sell over 100 copies in just a few years.
I wanted to thank Norman Rohrer.
Today, I learned that he lived to be 95 years old and passed away peacefully on December 24, 2024 - just this last Christmas Eve.
(click here for Norman Rohrer's Legacy )
I was too late . . . again.
Why do I wait so long to tell others how much they mean to me? It doesn't take but a moment
to say "thank you"
to say "you've been a good friend"
to say "I love you."
