AUTHORS, THEY’RE ONLY HUMAN: Amen Till Next Time by author Thea Ramsay (The following article is blogged here just as it was sent to me with only my introduction added.)

Amen … till next time.
Author Thea Ramsay

Good morning campbellsworld visitors.
This morning in our Authors, They’re Only Human column author Thea Ramsay opens herself up and shares with us a prayer that must’ve been hard to pray and even harder to share.
She does so not to gain your pity or to guilt you into buying her books but to show you that Authors, They’re Only Human, and like everyone else from time to time they struggle.
So many times, we see writers, actors, musicians and others who have some claim to fame as beings who are perfect in every way.
I’m certain those that Thea speaks of as having reached “Success” have struggled mightily with their own trials.
On this day when Miss Thea as she is so lovingly called by some writes this prayer that she prayed to God she is showing us that it is OK to speak of our struggles. It is OK to admit that there are days when we feel utterly and hopelessly at the ends of our ropes.
After you’ve read this tearful tale I invite and encourage you to go forward with your reading and see what she has chosen to do with herself rather than to give up.
I ask you, read her books and see that she has a gift. A gift which in this prayer that she has so honestly and freely shared with us she has asked God to use.
If you’ve read her books, we here in campbellsworld want to know of it. So please, see that you comment here and let us, and Thea know.
Thanks for reading and if you would give this a share. Who knows, there may be others struggling who feel alone and without a life-line to hold to. If they read such as is written here they too may break their silence, reach out and join all of us in the act of loving and living together.
We as writers must support one another and in sharing this most beautifully written prayer we can do just that.
Blessid be to all and have a great day. After all, we’re the only ones who can make it that way.

Dear God, I hope you read this page from time to time.
I just published a novel on money I don’t have, and now I’m scared that my disabilities, seen and unseen, will keep me from gaining back my investment.
I was at first overjoyed when my therapist told me he’d seen Lucy published. The sugarplums of fame and wealth–and what I’d do with them–danced in my head. I thought of a nice condo with a swimming pool and AC. I thought how nice it would be if I had a lot of friends to help me, like my sister in Christ, Joni Earickson–Tada. You know her, don’t you, Lord? That famous quadriplegic who never seems to lack friends and helpers?
Only, I’m alone. There’s no Ken Tada beside me, no girlfriends, no staff. No one. Except you, Lord.
Not that I consider it a small thing. Only, when I read an article by an Indie author who became a bestseller in six months, and what she had to do to get there, I was overwhelmed.
First by the fact that this woman worked very, very hard to get her novel out there, in between full-time job and other responsibilities. But this woman was also able-bodied: able to do things. Even tired, she was able. Able to handle things which, to me, would be inaccessible because of blindness, or because it involves going somewhere a wheelchair can’t go.
You know me, God. I’ve hated my disabilities from my babyhood, literally. I’m not Joni Tada, who seems to have no regrets about her quadriplegia, even after looking at pictures of herself youthful and healthy.
Then, when other things, such as arthritis and fibromyalgia made putting my socks on an impossible task, that didn’t improve my feeling about my disabilities. Now, there’s chronic pain, and worse, stiffness and dysfunction.
I can handle the pain, God; bless you for making painkillers. But there’s nothing I know of that kills dysfunction and stiffness.
And I’m still alone. No Ken Tada beside me. No able-bodied friends to help.
I’m your writer, Lord. In fact, I’m yours. Can you do anything with me–me, who hates just about everything that you, in your sovereignty, decreed I should be? I know you can use my writing. The stories are from you.
But what about the writer? The writer, who, all her life dreamed of being anyone but herself. The writer who once wanted to be a broadcaster but was told there was no place for a blind person in a radio control room. The writer who wanted to be a musician, who studied jazz and theory, piano and voice, and was asked not to come back for the second year because it was mostly sight reading. And anyway, my vocal and piano chops were nothing to write about. Then there was the person who wanted nothing more than to be in the theater. I have done some music, played a gig for a year in Duncan, B.C.; I had my own radio show at seventeen as a work experience program; and I’ve done theater, with sighted and blind theater groups.
But, always, there was this huge ambition that inability (lack of sufficient talent), and disability, stood in the way of, though I was a pretty good actor, by all accounts. And there was always writing, waiting in the wings for me to get around to it, calling for my attention, and getting it once in a while..
Contentment was never my strong suit, Lord, nor patience. I think I’ll keep secret, between you and me alone, the ways in which I’ve expressed my disability dysphoria
And of course, it didn’t help that my mom never accepted my blindness and trotted me from one faith healer to another. She was very visual, and I of course was not. It didn’t help that mental illness is part of my life. It didn’t help that the faith healers’ promises never came true. You never healed me, and I never forgave you for it.
Yet, you’ve been good to me. Salvation is mine through your son, Jesus Christ. I am able to hear and have heard music that still makes me shiver. I can touch the glossy fur of my cat, Kathy, and hear her deep purr. (I can also feel her claws scoring my skin, but that’s for another post.)
I can write stories people like to read. I’ve never been in a homeless shelter, though at one point, things looked like I might end up in one. But at the last minute, I received a subsidy, rent geared to income.
Anyway, God, I and my writings are in your hands. Do with both of us as you see fit.
Amen … till next time.


Thea Ramsay was born in Brockville,Ontario, Canada, several months premature.
This resulted in total blindness. Ms. Ramsay now wears prosthetics, whose color she can change.
She has been writing since the age of seven, and also enjoyed singing, acting, and piano playing, at the W. Ross Macdonald School for the Blind in Brantford Ontario, where she lived for six years.

Being interested in so many endeavors, she says, it took her a long time to decide on which to focus.
This decision came about partially because of mental health challenges and physical health challenges, including fibromyalgia, two forms of arthritis, spinal stenosis, and osteoporosis—all of which hit in her forties.
At the time, she was living on Maui with her husband and two teenagers, and since there was no transportation available for the blind, Ms. Ramsay and her husband found it cost-prohibitive to get around.
Upon the loss of Ms. Ramsay’s health and marriage, she returned to Canada, and to writing—one of the few things, she says, which her diseases did not take from her.

She’s self-published short stories, as well as a now out-of-print novella with called Pink Rosettes.
Her first short story was published by DLD Books and is available on
Her first novel-length work, Lucy, book one of a series, is available in eBook and paperback here. published by Tellwell Talent Inc.
Ms. Ramsay’s hobbies include reading authors such as Victoria Holt and Diana Gabaldon, and podcasts about subjects as wide-ranging as her Christian faith and the British Royal family, of whom, she admits, she wishes she were a part.
She lives with her sleek, fluffy black cat in Toronto, the greatest city in the world.
She can be reached at
Check back here for more stories and books by Thea Ramsay

About Patty L. Fletcher

About Patty October 2021 Patty and her guide dog Blue. Patty has her hair tied back in a low ponytail and rests her right hand on Blue's head. She wears a white shirt with a pink and purple butterfly on the front and light blue shorts. Blue is a handsome black lab. He wears a brown leather harness with a handle attached to the back and is smiling at the camera as he sits in front of Patty. In the background is a brick building with white, windowed doors and a flowerpot overflowing with pink and yellow blooms. Updated – October 2021 Patty Fletcher is a single mother with a beautiful daughter, of whom she is enormously proud. She has a great son-in-law and six beautiful grandchildren. From April 2011 through September 2020, she owned and handled a black Labrador from The Seeing Eye® named King Campbell Lee Fletcher A.K.A. Bubba. Sadly, after a long battle with illness on September 24, 2020, King Campbell went to the Rainbow Bridge where all is peace and love. In July 2021, she returned to The Seeing Eye® and was paired with a Black Labrador Golden Retriever cross named Blue. PATTY’S BLINDNESS… Patty was born one and a half months premature. Her blindness was caused by her being given too much oxygen in the incubator. She was partially sighted until 1991, at which time she lost her sight due to an infection after cataract surgery and high eye pressure. She used a cane for 31 years before making the change to a guide dog. WHERE SHE LIVES AND WORKS… Currently, Patty lives and works in Kingsport, Tenn. She’s the creator and owner of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing (Author, Blogger, Business Assist), The Writer’s Grapevine Online Magazine and the creator and host of the Talk to Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing Podcast. WRITING GOAL… Patty writes with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disabled from the non-disabled. HOBBIES… Patty’s hobbies include reading, music, and attending book clubs via Zoom. FAVORITE TUNES… Some of her favorite types of tunes are classic rock, rhythm and blues, and classic country. FAVORITE READS… Patty enjoys fantasy, science fiction, and books about the supernatural. She loves books by Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Norah Roberts, and many more. Some favorite books include Norah Roberts’ Hide Away, Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series, Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series, and J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings series. SPIRITUAL FAITH… Patty describes herself as a spiritual Walker. She says she knows both Mother Goddess and Father God and embraces all they have to offer. CONTACT… Email: Visit: And: As well as:
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2 Responses to AUTHORS, THEY’RE ONLY HUMAN: Amen Till Next Time by author Thea Ramsay (The following article is blogged here just as it was sent to me with only my introduction added.)

  1. Patty, you’re a sweetie. Thanks for doing this for me. I truly appreciate it. Thea

    Check back often.

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