I don’t know if every newbie author goes through this, but I sure did. I’m talking about Book Signing Anxiety (BSA). FIRST book signing anxiety. What do I say to people? What should I write? How should I sign my name? How much should I charge for a book? How much change should I have on me? How do I keep track of money and receipts? What pen should I use? What should I wear? Did I leave the iron on? And the mother of all questions— Continue reading
When I told family and friends I was moving to South Africa, I received a mixed bag of reactions.
*Gasp* “Why? That’s so far away!”
One high school friend who had lived there said she couldn’t believe I was going and implied I wasn’t cut out for it. In hindsight, I understand her reaction. Continue reading
I can’t say I’ve met many famous people. I once saw David Spade walking the streets of Manhattan. When I lived in Wilmington I saw every major actor/actress from Dawson’s Creek, except for Dawson himself. My roommate and I were even on the same plane as Joshua Jackson, a.k.a. Pacey. Continue reading
So begins a (weekly, monthly?) blog entry on my journey living in South Africa. When reading the title, feel free to hum the words to the tune, “Living in America,” from Rocky IV.
You may be asking, “Why South Africa?” Perhaps I wanted to literally live as far away as possible from home before swinging back around the planet. Good guess. And there may be some truth to it, but no. I wanted to study great white sharks. Unfortunately, the U.S. government didn’t. There is little to no grant money for that. Thank you treadmill shrimp. Google it. It’s a thing. Continue reading