June 24, 2019

My oldest son put a poker in my butt yesterday and told me to get started on this blog. “Start simple,” he said. “You don’t need to do anything flashy.”

My problem was, I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted this place to be. Is it an author website? Is it a journal? Is it an interactive place?

Here’s the deal. I’m a writer. I’ve spent the last five years writing a book and trying to find an independent publisher. The first place I tried accepted my book, but when I negotiated royalties and asked if I had any say in the cover design, he blew me off. I won’t name any names, but I kept thinking of him as Vaclav Havel, even though I’m not sure anymore who Vaclav Havel is, but he had one of those names.

So my oldest son said, just start. One step at a time. The problem is, I’m not the most tech savvy. I’m not stupid, I’m still teachable, and I’m a fast learner although as you get older you do get a little slower on your feet wit-wise.

Okay. So today this is my entry. There’s a place here for some of my book excerpts. These will probably be things I had to cut from my book, but this one is in my memoir, which is entitled, Who’s To Blame For Me? Girl on the Wrong Side of Forty Comes of Age. I may also publish short stories and poems here.

There’s a place for readers to ask me a question. The question can be about anything. If I don’t know the answer, I will either make one up or admit that I don’t know it. Would you like some advice? Support? Encouragement? Go ahead and ask me! I look forward to meeting you.

What else? My name is Anne. If I could do anything I wanted to do in the next year, it would be make myself an LED rainbow dress and be a part of the Cincinnati BLINK exhibit this October 2019 by lighting up and singing Donna Summer’s “I Feel Love.” (I saw the Blue Man Group do this once at Riverbend.) If you haven’t been, you won’t want to miss this. I don’t think I am going to be able to make the dress let alone apply to be a “spectacle” because the deadline has passed. It’s always like that with me. But that’s what I would really love to do if I could do anything I wanted to. Well, it’s just one of the things. What would you do?