A cookie and a story

The funny thing about summer is that I feel like it's the only season that really has finality to it.  The others seem to transition so well into each other (except for spring, which kind of takes it's sweet time around here).  But summer has a definite ending.  I assume that everyone who has ever gone to school feels the same way.  It's our pseudo New Year.  More people will ask you what you are "doing" in the fall than in the new year.  You'll be approached in grocery store aisles, at the clinic, in line at the bank, wherever, about what your "plans for the fall" are.  Listen, I'll tell you right now I have no idea.  I have whimsical dreams and hair brained notions about what I might like to do, but honestly I don't know what will come of it all. 

Basically I want to talk about the book I wrote.  I want to speak to girls in churches and public schools and small groups and ask them what they think they're worth and who they think determines that. 

My latest idea was (as of yesterday) to create cookie recipes that corelate with some themes in my book and package them in little brown paper... cookie bags?  and have an excerpt from the book on the bag.  It combines some crafting with baking with marketing witiness with the actual book which is-zing!-kind of amazing.  I want to feed bellies and I want to feed souls.

So I'm going to have to run this idea by my father.  And he might scoff at the idea, but I mean.. you've gotta start somewhere right?  I don't want to sell my book at local book stores, I mean, maybe I would, but that's not the core focus.  I want it to be personal.  I don't just want people to order the book online without knowing my story first.  I want to talk with people, share stories, and encourage each other.  That's the dream. 

And I've been meaning to ask my brother to help me organize some kind of I-hate-to-use-the-word-'tour'-but-oops-there-it-is, however my pride is getting in the way a little bit.  I don't like to ask for help, even though surely he could do the job better than I.  But he could also decline, which would put me in an awkward spot. 

And what does all of this mean for my "plans for the fall"?!?  That's a good question.