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Vada Faith Free Mother's Day

Vada Faith is going to be offered free on Amazon - Kindle - on Mother's Day.

I had hoped to do another post reporting on the progress of my WIP Sweet Baby James, the follow up novel to Vada Faith.

But husband has been in hospital since Sunday night. He was in for a week before that and had came home Friday night.

Right now he's having in patient therapy to get some strength back from being so ill after his back surgery.

Between running to the hospital and keeping up with things at home it's been difficult to think much less write.

Create Space (Amazon) is almost finished putting together the paperback of Vada Faith. I've ran into so many glitches during this process that it's been frustrating. However I figure once I learn the routine it will be a piece of cake for my next project. Isn't that a laugh. So optimistic.

I'm excited to see so many bloggers now publishing books!

I look forward to reading them all. I have the Kindle on my lap top full of novels to read.

My next will be Tender Graces by Katherine Magendie. Hope I've spelled her name right. I've been following her career on facebook and her blog.

I love that her books are about West Virginia so I look forward to reading her books.

Be back soon with a report on how the writing is going.

Let me know what you are doing these days. Reading, writing or just relaxing???

Take care and blessings all.

Have a great Mother's Day.

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  1. Hope you had a great Mother's Day, too. And I hope Raymond is improving day by day. I've been doing all of the above–reading, writing (marketing, really, as I'm sending ICE MAGIC to publishers and agents), researching, and relaxing. Have enjoyed some quiet days at home. Blessings . . .

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