In a few hours I will be breaking down my computer so I can send it out tomorrow along with the last of our things before Kat and I leave here forever on Thursday.
Kat installed my current book cover for my June release, Life's Journey, over on Twitter and I was just sitting here mesmerized by it, so decided my final posting before I go offline for, who knows how long, should be about my cover.
I am so in AWE of this cover done for me by Delilah K. Stephans.
Life's Journey is partially autobiographical. My main character is involved in a serious car accident. Eleven days after 9/11 I was involved in a serious car accident. Unlike my character, I did not have to face a leg amputation, but the rest my character confronts comes from my own story.
There are scientists who tell me finding one's self visiting with long dead relations is caused not by
esoteric design, but by lack of oxygen to the brain. I could debate with them, but it doesn't matter which of us is right. I'm content believing as I do and have no need to try convincing anyone of the veracity of my claim.
I found a wealth of unconditional love and acceptance. If it's my brain responding to lack of oxygen, then I'll give up oxygen in a heartbeat anytime. I felt wrapped inside a sea of pure, compelling love. Does it hurt the naysayers for me to claim what I believe?
You know I don't think so, so why are they so militant about attacking me and others like me simply because we believe we've experienced the touch of pure love?...
...who do we harm?
This cover reminds me of the wonders of the place I went to and the beauty I saw and felt there. If that's delusional, then I think I like delusional.
How about you? Is reality all it's cracked up to be?