I was trying to think of exactly the right tone to set for my first guest post for Love Bytes Reviews. Maybe play it a little cool, show some humility, wax poetic about writing…introduce you all to my voice… but really, if you look at me in the selfie below you’ll see right through all that.
No one looks cool in a selfie.
No one.
Just ask my teenager.
(not the gray one in need of a depilatory…the other one.)
She’ll tell you.
“Duck Lips are not cool mom. And you make them every time you take a selfie. Give it up.” Words to live by.
Me in Chicago, right after #GRL. Right. After. I’m lucky I didn’t end up in the river leaning back so you could catch a glimpse of my hair blowing in the wind… Besides I was exhausted. We walked 5 – 6 miles everyday at that conference just to reach the cave bar. Next time, definitely bringing a pair of St. Bernards with their little barrels of therapeutic hootch. One for coffee, the other for the martinis. Shaken, not stirred. It will be perfect as long as I can find an olive bearer. Totally not making duck lips here…I have no idea what she means.
So yes.
I’m blown away, and yet still taking the generous opportunity I’ve been given, embarrassing myself with over-shares and dragging TheGirl into the soup with me.
I’m blown away by the fact that in such a short time I can write a few stories, get them published, and find myself welcomed and supported by the most incredible tribe filled with the writers and readers and the bloggers and reviewers who are all, first and foremost, fans of the genre, and of each other.
AND I’m especially blown away that I can hop on a plane, showing up at a conference half-way across the country, and within hours I’m lucky enough to make a personal connection with virtual friends from all over the world. (Hi Dani! *waves* Next time we really will talk about The Nederlands… thanks for asking me to hop aboard! 😀)
Extra points if you can identify the places I traveled so far this year, not including the Chicago non-duck-lipped-selfie (that’s a freebie), and possibly my ancestral home (if you believe in psychics roaming around the dressing rooms of chi-chi boutiques in Marin – true story).
So, this is me.
Blown Away.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU ALL!
Yeah, and same cat just a few months ago.
Don’t worry. Next month I’ll use my words. And possibly find an editor to sweep up after my punctuation. It’s a curse. (Does anybody need a comma? I always have a few extra lying around).
In Gratitude (and apparently a wind tunnel) -LE Franks.
Snow Globe is now available in an audio book format at Audible.com
