I’ve hesitated to start a blog for fear of appearing foolish, most likely. Hesitated for, oh, five years or so (nobody could accuse me of being rash). But what is there to lose, really, except a bit of time? And the thrill of diving into the unknown has gripped me, plus there’s this matter of a book I’ve written that’s going to be published by RockWay Press one of these days, and I’m supposed to, you know, actively promote it, so here I am, joining the wordpress gang.
Seems there’s a lot to learn about how everything works here. Like, duh, what’s a tag, what’s a category, how do I change themes? It took me far longer than I’ll admit to change my theme. Instructions said you could do it in one click. Ha! Turns out it’s not possible to do in Safari, the first browser I used. Finally, I figured that out and switched to Firefox.
Anyway, I love my publisher (www.rockwaypress.com), which is the brainchild of Alexandria Szeman, who’s also an author (she doesn’t publish her own books). She’s published manuscripts in a range of genres and has more in the pipeline. Mine, titled “Reversible Skirt,” is a memoir about my childhood, which went to some dark places after my mother’s suicide. One of the things I hope to do in this blog is learn how to discuss the book. It’s one thing to write with honesty about a painful past; it’s another thing altogether to talk about it. Day to day, I’m more emotionally distanced from the past. I relived it to write the book, but I don’t want to relive it repeatedly at book signings. Therein lies my challenge. Ah, but that’s part of what makes life so very interesting.
