It’s been a while since I blogged and to my six fans out there, I apologize.
However.
I have a plan.
I’ve spent the last six months working on my novel, Yager’s War, a historical mystery set in 1940s Holland (about a Chicago detective who must find his missing sister before the Germans invade) and that has distracted me somewhat from sitting down and ramble-writing. AKA blogging.
All fair and fine.
But I’m back, baby.
Time to restart blogging, again. But time to kick it up a notch.
So this month, I’m going to look at revamping the website (which means an old dog like me will have to learn some new tricks.)
I’m going to look at changing up the content of the blog.
I’m going to try and make it a billion times better.
And maybe attract one more reader (see, proper goal setting is about making the bar so low that you’ll easily vault over it and not twist a metaphorical ankle.)
So put down that video game, pause season 5 of Homeland on Netflix, put supper back in the oven or move date night to tomorrow.
Cuz I may need your help.
What would you like to see in the blog?
I’m thinking some funny memes. Some advice from people who know what they’re talking about (and not, you know, me). A few guest blogs. Less selfies of me trying to look like Brad Pitt going insane.
But first up, our trip to Victoria.
This year, we won’t be able to manage a proper vacation. You know, pack 20 bags, yell at the kids to hurry up, to stay together, to stop picking your nose in public, then spend 2 weeks somewhere that only I want to see (“What’s the deal with this Grand Canyon thing, Joe?” “Hello! It’s grand! And a canyon!”) and engage in Bataan death marches around exotic locals to see things we’ve never seen before (“Wait, Joe, I’ve seen the Eifel Tower on TV, so why do we need to see it in person?”)
Don’t get me wrong, next year, we are totally doing those things, but not this year.
This year, it’s short trips. Hit and run vacations. 2 days here. 2 days there. No planes. No borders. No strip searches (sadly – Apparently, they’re supposed to be done by professionals, not me.)
So this year, we’re going to try to do more things by… ack, I can’t even say it…by… by the seat of our pants.
Without a plan.
Without.
A.
Plan.
Well, that’s not entirely true.
We’ve got a bit of a plan.We’ve booked a hotel (the fancy–smancy Grand Pacific) and we have arranged to visit family, but nothing like, 7am, breakfast, 7:35 go to bathroom, 7:50, get into car, 8:30 (have you ever tried to get kids into a car quickly???), head off to see something, 9:00 see something and take lots of pictures of it. 9:10 yell at kids for complaining there’s no wifi. 9:40 head off to see something else that may or may not be cool…. Etc, etc.
Nope. We’re trying to be more flexible (and by ‘we’, I mean, ME.) It’s me growing as a human being while devolving as one at the same time.
Friday night, we’ll take the ferry and sort out what to do when we get there. Saturday, brunch with family, then, THEN, sort out what to do afterward, then the evening, see fireworks, but make no plans where to see them from or what food to eat or ….
Wait, I need a moment.
Ok, hyperventilating over.
Then, Sunday, totally playing it by ear. Maybe see a friend. Maybe look around town. Maybe relax in the pool.
At the very least, it could be interesting.
Likely, I’ll be drinking more than usual.
At least, that’s the plan.
And hey, thanks to all my readers who followed me. I hope you’ll return, make a few comments below or on Facebook, and help me create a better blog. Text me, email me, respond in the comment section. Let me know what you think.