New Picture Book Self Publishing Opportunity!

You’re standing at a fork in the road of life… and one direction holds a beaten down, familiar path. The other direction is full of wild jungle, unknown and terrifying.

That’s where I stood just a month ago, at a fork between comfortable and crazy, known and nature’s black hole of nothingness. The options were

  1. Carry on with life as usual: writing, publishing, consulting, coaching, and speaking for free (except for book sales and paying to publish), pouring time and energy and value into building many, many bridges half way. Pulled into every opportunity as it came because “I should.”

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2. Own that while I’m really good at all of those things, I can’t excel at any of them all at once and to value my expertise in writing and publishing, to narrow down who I can help and to do it masterfully. To face the monsters of fear and mediocrity and shoot down their lies that I’m inadequate, limited, too mediocre, or too scared to ever accomplish anything for any good.

Why is grabbing hold of confidence and knowing our value so terrifyingly hard?

Ironically, at the same time, opportunities crossed my path that pointed toward the “crazy” lane.

Like picture book authors who asked me to charge them for my critiques, my advice, and consultation. Even when I said it was free. I realized that what I offer is so valuable that people don’t feel right just taking it. This was eye-opening about the value of what I was sheepishly giving away.

The Book Building Business Intensive with Self Publishing School CEO and Staff

Or being accepted as one of ten people invited to the Book Building Business Intensive in San Diego with the CEO (Chandler Bolt) of Self Publishing School and his very talented staff for their first ever live event.

Or the sweet 6 year-old girl who said to me recently, “Your picture books are perfect.

These small examples all grabbed their neon signs and pointed down the path of terror. Shouting that I have something of value to offer the world. Of believing that I am incredible at what I do. And of receiving the affirmations that keep pouring in.

As for your own gifts, strengths and talents – I will say this: you are fearless! And generous! And you clearly care about, not only the message, but how the message is received and that it is done so in an uplifting way. People will follow such a leader!

-Business Mentor

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I feel very strongly that you are meant to do great things for yourself, your family and many others that you have not even met yet.

-Business Mentor

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Thank you for loving me from the very beginning and teaching me what it looks like to be a faithful friend. You are an extraordinarily gifted writer, communicator, connector, adventurer, listener, empathizer and the ultimate FUN creator! Thanks for inviting me into your world.

-A friend

So, after prayerful consideration, coaching and mentoring from thoughtful business leaders in self publishing, and feedback from my family and friends, and spiritual mentors, I’ve decided “Path Crazy.”

I’ve launched my very own Picture Book Self Publishing Coaching program!

I’m SO excited to finally have one bridge to focus on building and to do it superbly. My goal is to help people publish their picture books as quality as possible in 90 days or less.

I’m building the program together with my clients and my decade of experience in traditional publishing and last few years in self publishing as an Amazon best-selling author. You can learn more about it HERE.

If you know ANYONE who has dreamed of publishing their picture book, send them my way! If they sign up, I’ll send you $50! (Make sure they write your name in the “referral” section of the form.

I’m accepting applications for the limited spots I’m offering until Sunday, November 12th!  There is NO commitment when filling in the application other than to a free clarity call with ME to find the best path to fulfilling your picture book publishing dreams!

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I’m excited to start this new adventure! I know lives will change (my own included!) Join me!

My {Dad}- Dream Whisperer

I looked down at their precious faces.

Serene.

Peaceful.

Safe.

I ponder the dreams they must be having… and all the things I want to say to them. To somehow enter into this moment without disrupting it.

I stroke a cheek.

Kiss a nose.

I lean down and whisper, “You are uniquely made. Beautiful for who you are. You are more precious to me than any earthly thing. You delight my heart. You make each moment worth living over and over. Forgive me for the moments I’ve missed. For my own selfishness. Innocent mistakes. Thank you for loving me so deeply. So freely. May you live and receive every blessing of God. May you choose love, patience, kindness, gentleness, self-control, faithfulness, joy, and peace.”

And on I go.

Sweet affirmations of love whispered into their ears while they sleep.

Dancing their way into the mind of the sleeper… speaking into the visions of their night.

Brightening darkened skies, cries to laughter, equipping the hero of their slumber.

And I smile.

Such truth seeps its way through this realm into another, influencing the deep images of the subconscience with hope, faith, and love… to awaken the dreamer with a new sense of belonging, value, and security.

Unexplained.

A dream that has embraced them tenderly.

By the dream whisperer.

Confession: If ever I’ve dreamed a beautiful dream… it’s been because my dad has whispered these sweet-somethings into my ear while I slept.

Words of tenderness, affection, hope, and promise.

Sometimes words of warning.

Often words of encouragement.

Words that blend my reality with eternity.

In a prophetic song of gratitude for what isn’t and great joy for what is.

Ethereal experiences that awaken me to far more than my day-to-day of laundry, dishes, and training children.

The Dream Whisperer.

My dad.

Stroking my hair, kissing my cheek, singing his father’s heart and hopes into my depths.

Easing my fears, welcoming my fears… replacing them with a father’s protection.

Sometimes he sits beside silently and lets the dreams free as they will be… weaving and winding, tossing and churning, mysteries of the night as the mind unravels its secret thoughts. Its hidden meanderings.

Only to wrap me in his arms when the terror brings me to.

Reminding me that he is always there… even in the ugly. The scary. The awkward.

Waiting to wrap me up.

To remember how desperately I need his comfort. His dream-whispers.

So I ask each night, “Daddy… will you sit with me again as I sleep? Whispering love into my dreams?”

And he smiles and comes. Delighted to be invited.

And his whispers begin.

When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.

Proverbs 3:24

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I’m spending 31 days writing about my confessions and the lessons {Dad} has taught me. This is day 18 of 31 Days in 2012.