It’s not the first time I bit off more than I could chew or got enthusiastic about a revolutionary idea that didn’t work. It turns out that neither Kindle nor Nook is designed to be a web browser. Duh. I should have known that, but since a lot of my e-book reading has been on my laptop, the fact was not obvious to me. A laptop IS a good web browser.
So what is a blog tour? In the “olden days” before the Internet, authors did book tours. They traveled from city to city, smiling, speaking, talking to readers and signing books in bookstores and libraries. It meant lots of time on the road, away from their desks where they could be writing their next book, and (just as importantly!) away from family and their own beds. The big guys still do it. You see them on Good Morning America or the late night shows, talking about their soon-to-be bestseller. Most of us don’t have the money to get there or the name recognition to get the interviews or draw a crowd if we did.
Many of you know that when I am not writing at my computer or doing story times for orphans and vulnerable children at after-school programs, my favorite activity is ice skating. Believe it or not Africa has rinks in Joburg, Pretoria, Cape Town, Durban, Nairobi and Cairo. There may be more, but those are the ones I know about. Addicts like me check out places on the Internet.
The suitcases are unpacked; the blisters turned to callus and my body is back on Central Daylight time, but Wales is not forgotten. I told you about hiking the hills with my friend Liz and the time we spent in Pembrokeshire with the Langham leadership team, but I skipped one very important afternoon.
In 2003 shortly after my second book, Between Two Worlds, came out, Gladys Hunt asked me to accompany her to a conference and help to manage her book table. In exchange, I could display my books with hers. My books along side those of Gladys Hunt? Wow!
I have actually typed the last scene of The Empty Cup, working title for the sequel to Glastonbury Tor. I was elated. I could hardly feel the ground beneath my feet as I floated from my cozy office over the garage into the house to share the news with my husband.
“Let’s go for a walk!” I said, and fairly skipped down the street. He was hard pressed to keep up with me.
I’m still struggling to meet my deadline. This week I was reading the March/April issue of Horn Book Magazine. (Bedtime reading, not computer time, and yes, I know I’m behind. BTW, Horn Book is the classic magazine of children’s literature—highly recommended to anyone thinking of writing for children or young adults.) This issue honors Katherine Paterson , a missionary kid from China who has written more than 25 books (many of them award winners.) She is also the newly appointed National Ambassador for Young People’s Literature. In a short essay (p.36) Linda Sue Park (herself a Newbery Medal winner) talks about the impact that Katherine Paterson has had on her life. Park was only thinking she might like to try writing when she found Paterson’s book of essays The Spying Heart. In the essay “Do I Dare Disturb the Universe?” she came upon the author’s technique of writing two pages a day.
Fifth out of eight. I was disappointed. I knew I had two-footed the landings of both my flip and loop jumps at Adult Midwesterns in Indianapolis last weekend. (Mercifully the camera failed to record the beginning of my program and that part was not preserved for posterity.) But fifth out of eight wasn’t <!--more-->even in the upper 50%!
I took up figure skating in 1997, inspired by a character I was writing about. I once commented to another woman at the rink that I was thinking of having a T-shirt made that would say, “You don’t have to be obsessive-compulsive, but it helps.”
In idle moments my head still reverts to the Canadian National Anthem. “Oh, Canada, glorious and free!” We heard it so many times during the Olympics. Congratulations, BTW, to all my Canadian friends. We were pulling for you (most of the time…)
Maybe it was the next door setting, or the lure of the underdog hankering for the gold medals that had previously eluded them on home soil; maybe it was the death of the Georgian luger or America’s lack of medal prospects in some sports like ladies and pairs figure skating; but for whatever reason I sensed a more generous spirit in these Olympics.
I discovered this week that I have neglected to blog about my own book! Here I have written about other books I have read, encouraging you to read Robin Jones Gunn, Chimamanda Adiche and Stephen King, and not even suggested you click on my latest in the column on the right. I’m not sure if it is because of my tremendous humility or simply marketing incompetence. (Most likely it is a result of having talked about the book on Facebook until I was afraid of boring people into indifference.)
LeAnne Hardy has lived in six countries on four continents. Her books come out of her cross-cultural experiences and her passion to use story to convey spiritual truths in a form that will permeate lives.