I'm told I've been making a mistake with this blog. I've focused on the processes of writing and publication, and that doing so is deadly dull if I want to "connect" with readers. Sorry 'bout that. I didn't intend to serve as your nightly dose of boring.
Instead, I'm supposed to tell you about me. Hobbies, likes, dislikes, etc. Apparently readers are fascinated by authors' private lives. My problem is, I can't imagine what on earth to tell you about, nor why you'd be interested. I mean, my life is pretty much like many, many other people's.
Today I picked apples with my kids. Later, I peeled, seeded, and strained tomatoes in preparation for making sauce. Then, I went to the mall, bought things I most certainly could have lived without, and came home to turn 10 lbs of baker's-grade Honeycrisps into applesauce. As I write this I'm heating the water to finish the canning.
Woo hoo!
On the other hand, I'm trying to figure out how much it would cost to charter a corporate jet from Austria to Bangor, Maine. It's a minor plot detail for Sequel #1, but I like to get these things right. In my head I'm imagining tomorrow's installment for my novel-in-tweets, and figuring out how I can possibly incorporate fireworks into an epic showdown in the underworld... isn't that stuff a lot more interesting?
But the applesauce is delish.
Peace!
Instead, I'm supposed to tell you about me. Hobbies, likes, dislikes, etc. Apparently readers are fascinated by authors' private lives. My problem is, I can't imagine what on earth to tell you about, nor why you'd be interested. I mean, my life is pretty much like many, many other people's.
Today I picked apples with my kids. Later, I peeled, seeded, and strained tomatoes in preparation for making sauce. Then, I went to the mall, bought things I most certainly could have lived without, and came home to turn 10 lbs of baker's-grade Honeycrisps into applesauce. As I write this I'm heating the water to finish the canning.
Woo hoo!
On the other hand, I'm trying to figure out how much it would cost to charter a corporate jet from Austria to Bangor, Maine. It's a minor plot detail for Sequel #1, but I like to get these things right. In my head I'm imagining tomorrow's installment for my novel-in-tweets, and figuring out how I can possibly incorporate fireworks into an epic showdown in the underworld... isn't that stuff a lot more interesting?
But the applesauce is delish.
Peace!
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