Wednesday, August 28, 2013

This week's blog is short and sweet! thanks to UPS, I woke one morning to find 200 books delivered to my 2nd floor deck! yea. the delivery gent and I had a conversation earlier in the week and I think he took pity on this little ole' lady and walked the delivery up the flight of outside steps. I managed to carry 10 books at a time into the aptmt until Greg hauled the load inside.
Have an interview scheduled to appear in next week's Webb Weekly and Otto's Bookstore owner, Betsy has done a review for the Sun Gazette. So the first booksigning is right around the corner for next Friday.
When I realize that dreams do come true I am grateful to so many folks who encouraged this project and me to persue the end result. Hopefully, I will have a chance to thank them all. Including all of you who have taken the time to read this blog regularly-thanks

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

August 21st: ordering posters, 200 books on their way, setting up possible interviews, and groundwork set for 1st booksigning at Otto's on 9/6. Yesterday, my classmates were all supportive of my new adventure and I am humbled by these great friends who have stood by my side in challenging times.

I chose a journal entry this week. Journal entries really opened up my awareness:
"My dream. I have a sense of a cellar door and I'm trying to close it but there is a monster or a blob forcing it open. Even oozing out around the edges of the door. I don't have enough strength to force the door closed. Is anger my monster that oozes around the door? That can't be locked up anymore?"

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Today will be jumping into marketing in a big way! This aspect of publishing opens up a whole new world but excited to learn. Sept. 6th, first booksigning downtown at Otto's from 5-8pm, expecting to greet and thank lots of you-know-who-you-are folks who believed in my dream too.

one of those chapters in Every Two Minutes that lay the groundwork for a new awareness:
 On February 22, 1988, I was just regaining consciousness after surgery while Paul stood vigilant by my side in the recovery room when Dr. Leonard approached. Although my mind was still cloudy, a very clear message flashed like lightning bolts through the fog. I HAD BREAST CANCER. There was a monster invading my body and its name was cancer. I immediately closed the walls around me and asked the doctor for as much literature on breast cancer as she had available.
(what I later came to realize was there was another monster invading my body, mind, and spirit.)

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Share my excitment as I have now become a published author!!
 
Hope you all will use the link to see Every Two Minutes paperback and you can also check out my Facebook page.
 
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As a child, Rosemary D. Neidig learned to be silent and suppress her fears in order to appease her peace-loving mother, who was focused on presenting a perfect image to others. But when Rosemary was diagnosed with breast cancer at age forty-seven, she embarked on a therapeutic journey that forced her to face her lost memories and realize that her perfect world was only a façade. In her candid memoir, Rosemary recalls the events of her life, explaining how daily journaling and weekly therapy sessions helped her to unearth trauma from her subconscious. She managed to resolve inner conflicts and bravely confront an assailant; she also details how she eventually faced the truth and learned to move on as once-buried secrets slowly carried her down a path to forgiveness and healing. Every Two Minutes shares the unforgettable story of one woman’s journey as she moved from behind the walls of secrecy and shame and discovered the power of the human spirit.
 

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

OMG! I just got word that Every Two Minutes is going live on LULU's website Friday of this week. The retail price is set plus shipping. I have also arranged a book signing at Otto's Bookstore for Sept.6th 5-8pm when I will sell the book for $15.99 plus tax. Hope to see some of you there. In the meantime, I've chose an excerpt from Chapter 4 High School Tales:
I squared my shoulders as I approached the crowd at the school's entrance. Walking as casually as I could to disguise my pounding heart, I headed toward the group of my classmates but focused intently on the huddle of Senior boys where Dave was standing. I positioned myself so that he couldn't miss noticing my profile that morning. Nothing else mattered; nothing , that is until I finally heard a chorus of voices calling my name. "Rosemary! Rosemary! What are you doing?" My friends' voices jolted me out of my fantasy. I realized that everyone including Dave was staring. They all discovered my secret. My plan was destroyed. Instead of getting Prince Charming's attention, I was in the eye of a shameful tornade sweeping up and tearing me apart. The sound of laughter was everywhere. My best friends created a protective circle until the sound of the school beel signaled the start of classes. I slipped into the girls' lavatory and removed those stiff, pointy foam-rubber creatures that had betrayed me when I needed them the most." Body image was everything to a female teenager growing up in the 50s.