OK, I fess up. I'm 42 years old and I don't even know how to program my VCR ... so what the hell am I doing creating a blog? Truth is, I just got my first rejection from a big U.S. publisher who said she really, really loved my book proposal but the fact that I just don't have a "name" in the U.S - or anywhere else for that matter - means she wouldn't know where to start in terms of marketing. Ugggh.
"Have you ever considered creating a blog?" she asked. "Well, er, um ... a blog, you say?" I replied. I quickly checked with a tech-savvy friend, who assured me a blog was indeed the way to go. And now months later - after embarking on a year-long adventure with my hubby and kids - we've stopped travelling long enough to give it a try. And if a techno-spaz like me can do this, who knows, maybe I'll really get my book published.
It’s one thing to craft a survival strategy for travelling with kids from a few brief sojourns here and there. It’s another to create an honest account of an entire year away from everything and everyone this author’s children know and love: the comfort of home, Grandma, cousins, aunts and uncles, friends, a great school and teachers, a backyard ice rink, six chickens and a bunkhouse made with loving care by dad. So I'm hoping my writing and my parenting style – part slacker mom who refuses to do all the “right” things and part keener mom who wants her kids to value independence and discovery – will inspire readers, whether I'm writing from my tent on the shores of Lake Superior or the back of a Land Rover in South Africa.
Wish me luck.