A few years ago, I wrote a story that offered a creative but wholesome reimagining of Mrs. Claus, a story that remembers to keep Christ in Christmas.
Unfortunately, I’m lucky if I sell a single book. This year, my story has been buried by Harry Potter, Taylor Swift, toilet humor, and a movie where a kid writes a letter to Santa, but ends up summoning the devil.
I really need an explanation from God on this one. I need to sell over 150,000 copies of my books before I can buy a house, and here my creative and wholesome stories are being outside by literal satanist. That just isn’t right.
