My First Post

Rocking title. That’ll bring ‘em in. As I type, I can already hear a dull roar in the background, my desk is beginning to shake. And here they come, legs and fists a’pumping, beating a path to my door. Hammering on it. Chanting. What does she have to say? Tell us, tell us now. What are you going to write about?

I write novels. I tend bar. I promise not to write about bartending. However, when the alarm went off at 5.30 a.m. this morning (set for ferry-catching, forgot to turn it off) I decided I would change the tagline on this blog from Novelist, to novelist, bartender. Embrace what I do for a living. Own it. No more whining about how I used to teach Creative Writing. It’s in the past. My choice. Hubby was stuck in a rut and I was looking for a change. Which I got. Moved to Saturna, the southernmost of the Southern Gulf Islands, BC, population 335, and now I tend bar in the Lighthouse Pub, the only pub on the island, at the ferry dock. With a view straight down Plumper Sound where the sun sets between Salt Spring and the mountains. Beats most office views.

I will write about writing–when I taught it I talked about it all the time–and I will write about my new and scary adventures in self-publishing after having two novels published traditionally. I will likely write about my dogs, because dogs are important and mine are important to me.

‘smine

 

To quote my dad, who may be quoting someone else, I take what I do seriously, I just don’t take myself seriously while I’m doing it.