This olde Valentine comes from the California Historical Society newsletter, with an apology.
No, a thousand apologies! and a note to Jose, who posted a comment that reminded me how I've been neglecting this blog for the past two weeks.
I will do better! I've already got a site for Mosaic Monday next week in Cerritos.
The truth is, I'm on the last leg of my next book, a treasury of Baby Boomer trivia. I'm trying to pull everything together.
Everything in this case means:
Finishing the book (making progress)
A new website & blog (done)
Aggregating my blogs at one site (not done)
Finding pictures (help! Anyone have pictures of themselves in a coonskin hat, standing in front of an aluminum Christmas tree with their new Schwinn bicycle? Or something like that?)
Securing permission for pictures (slowly making progress) (I think)
Learning Pinterest (not yet)
Learning to use Twitter to find readers (I've taken the first step)
Not neglecting the first book, a novel called Death Speaker (scroll down to the right). Which, I can't resist adding, recently "sold" 1,115 copies during two free days on the Kindle Select Program. Yay!
Back in the old days . . . and I'm talking really old, like Charles Dickens old days . . . authors didn't have to worry about this. They could just shut themselves up in a garret and write. In longhand. And starve.
Given how much I like food, especially good food that I didn't have to cook, it's probably best that I was born in the 20th century.