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God Bless The Child

I worked in an investment firm and it was at that time that I was overcome with the most overwhelming feeling of depression. I couldn't take it. I just wanted out on life. It was at that time that I began to reflect on my life. While reflecting I came up with a story that I wanted to tell and began to type. Each day I came in to work motivated by nothing else than to type this story that I couldn't get out of my head. And that is how my novel God Bless The Child came about. I didn't know where it would take me but I began to submit queries to agents on a whim. I was hoping that I could make a career doing what I loved rather than wasting away placating millionaires at the firm.
About four years later, I am no longer at the firm but still doing a thankless job. However, I have finally finished telling this story that has been very much a part of my life for the past four years. I have had moderate success in having agents look at my work however, no one took a bite and decided to work on publishing it. I have decided not to take that as any indication as to whether or not I am a good writer or if my story is actually good. I instead have come to the conclusion that if I would like to see the story published than I should go about doing it myself. So, I have.
If you enjoy my blog, perhaps you may be intersted in purchasing my book. Perhaps you aren't but spreading the word is equally as effective. In case you needed confirmation, this blog entry serves no other purpose other than to shamelessly plug my book! If you are annoyed with me, please heed my advice: if there is anything in life that you want, you have to go after it and shame will only deter you from the progress you desire.

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God Bless The Child

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