When my publisher told me they loved my title Broken Smiles and wanted to keep it, I was thrilled. Here’s why.
As many authors will tell you, my story started as a dream. Well . . . that and a semi truck.
Many years ago driving across the dusty desert of Arizona, a large semi truck cut me off, missing my front bumper by inches. Upon the back gates, a photo of a young girl smiled down at me. I found myself speeding up to stay in the wake of this truck. The Chinese child had a cleft palate and was an advertisement for Operation Smile or Smile Train. Memories flooded into my mind of when I lived in China and held a child just like this one.
“Help me,” the girl seemed to say down to me through the photo.
“How?” I replied. At the time I was beyond broke, driving a car that rattled and sputtered.
“Then tell my story.”
I cried. And then the dreams began. . .
My dream flourished into a song within a dream. It started with two sentences.
“Comfort like a mother’s love when it feels like it’s the end,
Broken Smiles on little faces that only he can mend.”
Okay, great, so I had a mother, a musician, a handsome humanitarian doctor, and a handful of children with Broken Smiles.
Now that my novel is finished, I can focus on answering the plea of this young child’s cry for help by making connections and figuring out the best way to do that.
There’s so much humanitarian work I want to do. My greatest dream would be to live the life that my doctor lives in this novel. I try to do little things now and a season will come when I will answer the call to do more, much more.
Congrats!
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“Freakin’ awesome” to borrow a quote from Miss Charming.
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You are amazing! And so is your book! I am so excited for you and I am excited to keep up with your blog 🙂
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Best wishes with your new book. I hope all your hard work with your foundation pays off.
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Awesome! Just like you:)
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Your whole website looks amazing! I’m so proud if you!!
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WAIT! Is this a blog??!!! Yea! Can’t wait for you!!
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Dude, I wish I dreamed like that.
Once I dreamed that my villain had chicken legs. Not to eat. Like his legs were that of a chicken. Not cool.
Nice to meet you at storymakers!
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