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10 June 2011
08 June 2011
A Friend Will Help You Move…
… a good friend will help you move a body. At least that’s what they tell me.
While I consider you all my friends, there are a certain few among you who fit into the ‘help move a body’ category (you know who you are), but you don’t have to worry, I’m not going to call you up in the wee hours of the morning (this time) to ask you to meet me behind the abandoned warehouse with a box of Hefty bags and a shovel, I’m only moving my blog.
Big changes are coming to Postcards: with two books out, I am now an established author (in my mind, at least) so I figured I’d take the opportunity of the book release (now arbitrarily rescheduled for the 4th of July) to spiff the place up. There is a new author website all about ME, a new Postcards blog and a site dedicated to what I am now calling The Postcards Trilogy. It’s all so exciting.
Right now, however, it’s a bit of a mess. You know how it is when you move, you come across stuff you dragged along with you from your previous move (or moves) vowing to sort it all out when you get the chance only to end up stowing it in the attic and stumbling over it when you undertake your next move. I’m finding boxes labelled ‘Old Posts’ containing updates from ten years ago. And the movers just came up from the basement with a stack of albums from when my kids were still in single digits. Awww, weren’t they adorable? And, look, photos of the family reunion in Maryland. Gosh, how they’ve changed! But not me, understand.
Yeah, better put that all away or I’ll be here all day reminiscing. The new place will be easy to find. For those of you on The List, the URL will be in the e-mail. For those of you with this URL in your favorites (that would be all of you, right?) I’ll post the new URL here with a link that will take you there. I can’t reveal the new URL yet, the painters are still in and the carpets haven’t been laid yet. Soon, though, very soon.
The blog will not only be in a new location with a new look, it will be on a different platform, which means a lot of the familiarity we enjoy here will be replaced with different things—not better, or worse, or newfangled bullocks, just different. No one is more suspicious of change than I am, but trust me, it will be fine: take a deep breath, click the link when you see it, and follow me on my new blog.
It’s strange to think that I never even wanted to come here and now I’m sad to leave it. Back in those days, I thought I could hide in my cave and scratch HTML onto slate tablets for the rest of my life, but Blogger, Twitter, Facebook (and their half-wit cousin, MySpace) kept coming around and bugging me to come out and play. Now HTML is a memory, blogging is a way of life and, if I want to give myself a fighting chance to sell more than seven books, I need to make peace with the new kid on the block, Social Networking.’
So in this way-too-fast-paced-for-my-liking world, I figured it was time for a change, time to focus on the future and where it can take me, and time to leave the past behind. In this brave, new cyberworld, we… Excuse me, the movers are back.
“Guys, can you load up all these boxes? The ones marked ‘Old Posts’ and ‘Reunion Photos’? When we get to the new place, just stow them in the attic; I’ll sort through them later when I get a chance.”
05 June 2011
Scotland and Beyond
We have just returned from a week in South West Scotland, a fetching corner of the country tourists tend to overlook. Accordingly, we have not seen a Starbucks, McDonald’s, KFC or Burger King in seven days, and have been living among people who know how to prepare a good haggis, appreciate fine whisky and understand the satisfaction of a well-made cup of tea with a plain scone and butter. It was wonderful.
The weather was wonderful, as well, so much so that I begin to wonder about the famously awful Scottish weather; every time I have ever been there the weather has been grand. In fact, the final two days were downright hot, and the Scots didn’t seem to know what to make of it. They told us the previous week had been rainy; it seems we brought the sun with us.
We had many adventures, but I’ll save those for later in the week. For now, suffice it to say it was a good week on many levels but I was very glad to arrive home after an eight and a half hour drive. Trouble was, we didn’t bring any rain back from Scotland in exchange for the sunshine we brought them. When we arrived home, it was positively baking, making the grass look like it should at the end of a New York August instead of the beginning of a Sussex June.
We toured the town after dinner last night and noticed that, in our absence, they finally finished fixing the tiles in the Forum. The plaza is not that old and they have been working on it for ages, with large, fenced off areas filled with cement mixers, piles of stone and wet sand. But sometime during the previous week, they finished, cleaned up their mess and left. It was good to see they spread a layer of litter over the newly laid stones so they wouldn’t look out of place; these guys are thorough.
But that was yesterday; today, I am pleased to note, has brought some rain. Not the usual sentiment I have toward less than agreeable weather, but it was really getting desperately dry here. We can only hope we get a decent amount. If not, I may have to return to Scotland to bring some more back.
Kirkcudbright's local castle; every town should have a castle,
don't you think. And Kirkcudbright is pronounced ka coo' bree.
The weather was wonderful, as well, so much so that I begin to wonder about the famously awful Scottish weather; every time I have ever been there the weather has been grand. In fact, the final two days were downright hot, and the Scots didn’t seem to know what to make of it. They told us the previous week had been rainy; it seems we brought the sun with us.
We had many adventures, but I’ll save those for later in the week. For now, suffice it to say it was a good week on many levels but I was very glad to arrive home after an eight and a half hour drive. Trouble was, we didn’t bring any rain back from Scotland in exchange for the sunshine we brought them. When we arrived home, it was positively baking, making the grass look like it should at the end of a New York August instead of the beginning of a Sussex June.
It may have been quiet and out-of-the-way,
but the the traffic could be a nightmare.
We toured the town after dinner last night and noticed that, in our absence, they finally finished fixing the tiles in the Forum. The plaza is not that old and they have been working on it for ages, with large, fenced off areas filled with cement mixers, piles of stone and wet sand. But sometime during the previous week, they finished, cleaned up their mess and left. It was good to see they spread a layer of litter over the newly laid stones so they wouldn’t look out of place; these guys are thorough.
Scots taking advantage of one of the three days of hot weather
they will have this year to swim in the ocean, an activity that
seems to consist of getting wet up to your knees, then running,
squealing and splashing, back to the shore.
But that was yesterday; today, I am pleased to note, has brought some rain. Not the usual sentiment I have toward less than agreeable weather, but it was really getting desperately dry here. We can only hope we get a decent amount. If not, I may have to return to Scotland to bring some more back.
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