In this era of rampant self-publishing, it seems it has become imperative for an author to have a blog. I am told it is just as important, if not more important, than what you actually publish in book form. It's part of curating your brand, creating your persona, engaging with your readers.
I am not disparaging the idea of engaging with my readers, if in fact I have any outside of close friends and family, but I'm not sure the details of my daily life or my musings on life, the universe and everything, will make them rush to Amazon in order to purchase my book.
Maybe I should write about my Foxhound, Madison. He's very entertaining, at least he seems to think so. His favorite game is building a fort out of my pillows and blankets every morning, after I have carefully made up the bed and placed each pillow exactly where I want it. I will leave the room for five minutes and when I return, he is curled up in a ball in the middle of his pillow fort with a little grin on his face. If you are not a dog lover, you might not believe dogs grin but trust me, they do.
Or maybe this space should be taken up with tales of my chefly exploits. Yes, I made the word up. I do love to cook. One of my favorite Christmas gifts this year was a small, tabletop butter churn. Through trial and error I discovered it is mandatory you use farm fresh cream. If you use something off-the-shelf from the supermarket, you will never get butter, only a tired arm and a disgruntled attitude.
I made some bagels on Saturday so we could enjoy homemade bagels with freshly churned butter. I must say, it was a totally satisfying breakfast.
So, how did I do? Are you all ready to pick up your copy of Oceans Ending? What's Oceans Ending you ask? Oh that's just my book!