Even in Jamaica
This morning I was on a long conference call, which left a lady from Jamaica waiting for me in the reception area for nearly half an hour. She didn't have an appointment, so I didn't feel too guilty about her waiting. Imagine my surprise, though, when I found her crying in the reception area when I finished my conference call.
Are you okay? I asked. Yes, but I am reading your book, she said. I couldn't help but cry because it is such a beautiful story. When she was leaving she asked me where she could buy the book. I have to finish reading it, she said. So I gave her a book. She earned it with her Jamaican tears.
Are you okay? I asked. Yes, but I am reading your book, she said. I couldn't help but cry because it is such a beautiful story. When she was leaving she asked me where she could buy the book. I have to finish reading it, she said. So I gave her a book. She earned it with her Jamaican tears.
You are such a heart breaker! I think you must love tormenting the women folk like this!
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LOL
Ping put the books out where clients can read them. All I did was write the book. Choosing to read the book is a voluntary act. I am flattered every time someone tells me that the story touched them in some way.
The second edition is almost ready to publish. I just went through the final proof and made a few changes to the layout. It will be a good start to the new year, and we will have both the first and second edition displayed at the office.
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