AT LAST.... A BREAKTHRU!

This is the final (final, FINAL!) book cover version...

What y'all think...? And in case you're wondering... the "red stuff" are rose petals (if you know Shalisa, you'll understand why, lol!)

MB just sent me the following via emaiL
Aaaaamen! Keep Pushing! No cesarean!
Thanks for the scan pictures.
I will come to visit the new born when you recover."

And all I could say was....
"hahahaha, I hear you! At the moment, I feel like kissing me teeth & leaving the delivery room; but the water's already broken.  Lawd help me..! 
Thanks for your support (& pls fwd blog link to all y'all friends dem!)"

Birthing a Book is H.A.R.D..

20/4: She Who Walks Alone

Cor, I respect women who’ve carried a baby for 9 months (give or take a week or two)  This “baby” of mine is half-way out and, well, let’s just say it’s not an easy walk at the moment! 

Ever been in a position like that – not literally, of course.

You want to go forward but things aren’t quite in place – and you know you can’t quite go back; so you have to “be still” and wait.  Ahha, now where have I heard that before?  “Be still and know that I am God” (Ps 46:10).  The book is currently in the process of “coming out” but it’s a teeth-grinding, face-screwing moment, cos I just want it out …N.O.W..

Just when I think it’s time to “push”, the midwife (aka the publishing company) are saying “no dear, it’s not yet time”. … and yet, just when I’m taking a well-deserved break, having my brow mopped, my hand held and a sip of cool water, they burst in and shout “push, push, push” (dunno what they take this thing for, eh)

But seriously, it’s on the way and I hope y’all be excited about it as I am.

(PS: You know how some parents, especially Mum’s are about their baby; in their eyes, the newborn is the BEST born, the most beautifulest, cutiest, coo-coo-choiest (okay, that word doesn’t exist, but you know what I mean, lol). 

They sit there, showing of their new addition to any and everyone within eye and earshot.  Yet to you and me, the baby is …well… it has looks that only a mother could love (have mercy).  So, when the book does come out, please be gentle with me; to me, it’ll be the bestest (opps, there I go again) book ever but to you, dear reader it might be …well…something that only an author could love)

Back soon to you know how it’s going

Shalisa Anthony, Author

Intro to "She Who Walks Alone..."

My story is not one of drug abuse, prostitution, abortion – but it is about the pain and reality of that old adage “looking for love in all the wrong places”; it is about trying to find myself when I really didn’t know what or who I was looking for.  It is about opening that door, the secret door to the self, in the hope that the glimmer of light that comes through may well help someone else behind me.  It is about looking for my “Daddy” in the arms of so many pretenders, often misinterpreting a look, a whisper in order to be “Daddy’s Girl”.  I know I am not alone in this, but I recognise my journey is about realising that who and what I was ultimately seeking and looking for, was always with me…

It was about touching the heart of women who have bled themselves to death while wearing a smile and doing “God’s work”.  These women throw themselves into church, social and civil work, seeking to “give back” without ever being replenished themselves.  They are the “singles” (aka unmarried ones) as well as those who are married but who, behind closed doors, still feel single and alone; they are the married ones, trying to multi-task and juggle all that life is throwing at them but somehow feel they are missing the mark.  There are also the divorced, the separated, the elderly and others, who like the lost coin in the parable, are secretly wanting to know who God really is, and if they will ever really belong.

It is about women who have only ever wanted someone, anyone, to love them for themselves; but because they do not know who they are, they don’t know or recognise that they are already loved.  It is for every woman who has woken up next to some “man” only to realise the nightmare is real, because midnight promises always fade away in the cold chill of the morning.

So, it is to those women, young and old, rich and poor, black and white, that I extend this invitation to walk a portion of this journey with me, in the hope you will allow the healing touch of God, the One Who walks and has always walked with you, to minister to you.  May you begin to see and realise your journey to where you are now, has not been in vain.

Let me go back to the beginning.  Every journey has a beginning and I invite you to come join me at this junction, for where I have been, you might have yet to walk…. So come, take a little walk with me, “She Who Walks Alone… with One