The UPS driver roared up our street and stopped at our driveway this afternoon. I heard the screech of his brakes and then his feet running up the walk. Wham! He dropped a box on the porch and off he went. Ken went out to get the box. "It's your books," he hollered.
I scurried from my office to the kitchen where he was opening the box. And sure enough, there were my ten author copies of a brand new Chicken Soup book titled finding my faith. The book will be on sale in bookstores October 16th, but you can pre-order at Amazon or Barnes & Noble.
My story in the book is called The Body Beautiful which may be a strange title for a book about faith, but somehow it was the right one when I started playing around with titles. Most readers don't consider the amount of time and thought that goes into selecting a title for a story or a book.
My friend, Harriet Cooper, has a story in the book, too. I'm Christian and Harriet is Jewish, but faith is not confined to only one religion. Her story is titled Am I Jewish Yet? You may remember a guest blog Harriet wrote for me.
There are other Chicken Soup for the Soul books being released in October, too:
Hooked On Hockey October 2, 2012
The Gift Of Christmas October 9, 2012
The Power of Positive October 23, 2012
It's not too early to start your Christmas or Hanukkah shopping. One of these four books might be just the right gift for someone on your list. Or a hostess gift perhaps. Or gift yourself.
You may wonder what the authors do with ten copies of the book in which their work appears. In the past, I have given mine to family and special friends, but I always keep one for my personal library. This will be #13 Chicken Soup book for me. Even with the Baker's Dozen, it's still a thrill to see my work in a new Chicken Soup book.
Congratulations!! I love CCS and hope to one day be able to blog about my entry in an upcoming issue. Any certain recipe you're using??
ReplyDeleteCongrats on #13, Nancy! You should consider offering a course on how to write Chicken Soup for the Soul books because obviously you've cracked that nut!
ReplyDeleteHello Ms. Nancy,
ReplyDeleteI am not sure whether or not you are the one who wrote the wodnerful story "Love in a box," from 'Dad and Daughters' book of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. The story, however, touched my heart and soothed my soul in a very positive way.
Best regards,
Hamza Balol
Saudi Arabia
Yes, I am the one who wrote "Love In A Box" It appeared in two Chicken Soup books, the Dads and Daughters one and then again in a book of favorite Chicken Soup stories. It was the very first story I had published by Chicken Soup, and it's still a special story to me. Thank you for the nice comment.
DeleteHello Ms. Nancy,
ReplyDeleteI am not sure whether or not you are the one who wrote the wodnerful story "Love in a box," from 'Dad and Daughters' book of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. The story, however, touched my heart and soothed my soul in a very positive way.
Best regards,
Hamza Balol
Saudi Arabia
Yes, I received your feedback in my email as you can see it below. My heart sank in a sea of emotions and my eyes filled with tears when your great father transformed the old empty shoebox into a wonderful valentine box. While he worked so hard on the project, he was in fact trying to weave a blanket of comfort to warm your heart and to reassure that everything was going to be ok so you would not be embarrassed in front of your schoolmates. Being a full-time parent is one of the highest salaried jobs since the payment is pure love. It is your father's turn now to get his paycheck regardless he is still alive or he is dead: your pure love and the love of your readers. The heart of a parent is the loveliest masterpiece of God's heart.
ReplyDeleteLikewise your father, my father was an affectionate father for me. He loved me unconditionally and bought me what I needed and what I wanted. I floundered in the sea of his love for more than 39 years. He steadfastly held the ladder for me as I climbed to my own parenthood's step. Due to a sudden hypertension attack, he passed away in Sudan last January 2012. If I have known that his last day on earth would have been January 1st, 2012, I would have flown the 2,000 miles to his nest, taken him to the hospital, spent much of my time beside him, and told him how much I loved him. As I was reading the story, my eyes filled with bittersweet tears. The sweet tears were tears of gratitude for having had such a wonderful father in my life. The bitter tears were for the words left unsaid and for the deeds left undone.
All the best,
Hamza
Yes, I received your feedback in my email as you can see it below. My heart sank in a sea of emotions and my eyes filled with tears when your great father transformed the old empty shoebox into a wonderful valentine box. While he worked so hard on the project, he was in fact trying to weave a blanket of comfort to warm your heart and to reassure that everything was going to be ok so you would not be embarrassed in front of your schoolmates. Being a full-time parent is one of the highest salaried jobs since the payment is pure love. It is your father's turn now to get his paycheck regardless he is still alive or he is dead: your pure love and the love of your readers. The heart of a parent is the loveliest masterpiece of God's heart.
ReplyDeleteLikewise your father, my father was an affectionate father for me. He loved me unconditionally and bought me what I needed and what I wanted. I floundered in the sea of his love for more than 39 years. He steadfastly held the ladder for me as I climbed to my own parenthood's step. Due to a sudden hypertension attack, he passed away in Sudan last January 2012. If I have known that his last day on earth would have been January 1st, 2012, I would have flown the 2,000 miles to his nest, taken him to the hospital, spent much of my time beside him, and told him how much I loved him. As I was reading the story, my eyes filled with bittersweet tears. The sweet tears were tears of gratitude for having had such a wonderful father in my life. The bitter tears were for the words left unsaid and for the deeds left undone.
All the best,
Hamza