Some months ago, I published my book with no big expectations. I simply hoped a few people would read it and find value in it Life had other plans Today, it's bringing in around $2,000 a week, and I'm still amazed because I remember when earning even a few dollars felt like a huge milestone. It's incredible how one project can completely change your journey For those of you who've already launched a book, business, or creative project... Have you ever had a moment where success came much faster than you expected? I'd love to hear your story

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I haven't been putting much into this group and most of you have reciprocated. This group will be archived in the next couple weeks. If anyone wants to keep up with my journey and read more from me, feel free to subscribe to my free substack newsletter. https://substack.com/@givefromauthenticity?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=86awrd I've been pretty active on there recently and I'll be releasing larger projects (nonfiction and poetry) this year and once or twice a year into the foreseeable future. It's been great reading your works and hearing your feedback, I'm just not interested in paying to continue using this platform when I'm really not getting anything from it. Wishing each of you the best in your writing and your walk with God. Love, brother James

Soothing raindrop patterns Look – there must be a million tiny pools Listen – they are pitter-pattering of peace (Are they distorting my vision?) I dreamt of that angel again The one with soulful, engaging eyes… Beautiful eyes filled with hope of passion fulfilled Teared with the memory of past hurt Arms crossed, to shield her tender heart from… ​(Me?) I close my eyes The angel’s arms are open She takes me in her arms to a place The place where picture postcards are born (I believe it is heaven) In heaven she gives me a gift She fills my heart with Christmas swans She crosses her arms again (Those eyes, those mesmerizing eyes…) And I awake To the peaceful pitter-pattering of raindrops… Terry Hamer, Christmas 2000, Nanaimo

Poem from last year