My Own Book Review

A good friend of mine I met on a conversation board recently emailed me she was a reader, not a writer and was currently reading my book and it held her attention. She said it was good.

So I got a little excited but I’m not over-confident. I had to write it for me so I thought there may be some who would enjoy it and that was fine. The funny thing is and I told her this, as soon as my book came out on the market I couldn’t pick my own book up. I kept getting this bad vibe. I didn’t know why I couldn’t pick it up and give it a once through for errors, or just to see if maybe I’d forgotten what I wrote. So it just sat there on my nightstand and I would walk by and admire the cover. It’s a royal blue color with a shadow lady sitting by the side of the road, like she’s waiting for a ride; a winding road is seen going off into the distance. Story of my life. Seems I was always waiting for a ride somewhere, mentally or emotionally and spiritually.

Well, we’re all in the same boat. I know we all come to planet Earth and sometimes we go through struggles where we’re looking for a lift somewhere. I tried to present only the high points, then I noticed there were a lot of high points I had forgotten about. Then I wondered if we’re all like that, where we forget about the good things that happened?

Back to my buddy who likes my book, she’s a social worker by day. I’m sort of a social worker too, except mostly in my dreams, at night. Well, after she encouraged me like that, I picked my book up and read it through her eyes, straight through. No more bad vibes! I actually enjoy reading my own book! Laughing here. They don’t call me LaffingRain for no reason. I thought how egotistic; I’m enjoying reading my own stuff. But the more I thought about it, that was my intention to make it a good read; not to bum anybody out at all, but also to be as truthful as I could and not embellish the somewhat not so fun experiences that happened. These chapters in the book had to do with paranormal or spiritual road signs to follow. The whole import of the signs were buried in my subconscious, but I brought them into clarity by writing them down. Then at last I saw that it was a common life, yet in the writing it somehow became a very good life with much hope and inspiration in it. Another friend said it was about overcoming adversity. I think she may be correct and so I’m grateful for these comments.

Then I wonder if overcoming adversity is our mission on Earth? I suppose there would be some of that in every soul. I reached a peak of blissing out after the book was finished. There was a sense of accomplishment but not a lot of that writer’s block or sense of “whadda-Ido-now” feelings. After 4 years solid of working on it, I did need a break; needing a break I suppose had to do with those feelings, those bad vibes where I told you I couldn’t pick the thing up; I was afraid it would burn me I suppose. A work that you create, it’s like a baby you send off to kindergarten, and the house is so empty now without that little tyke to follow around; the kid that keeps getting into everything and messing up the house. Somehow now you have to trust others to take care of your own kid. You hope they are as good a caretaker of your soul as you are but there’s really nothing you can do but trust your brothers and sisters out there, because after all, we’re in this together, this thing called life, and you know what? We’re gonna make it! You see I know how important it is now to dream. I had a dream about all of us and I just wanted to pass it on; we’re going to be just fine; because I said so. Love, LR