My granddaughter is spending six weeks in the area. A miraculous turn of events that has proven to be even more of a gift than I'd expected.
There was a movie a long while back called "Riding in Cars With Boys." I don't remember anything about the movie, but when I realized it was my turn to blog for the R8, the first thing that came to mind was an evening I spent with my granddaughter a week ago.
I know, it looks like the car was moving, but fear not. The car was off and we were in the parking lot waiting for someone to run a quick errand, and the wind was blowing. What does this have to do with writing? Only this—I realized, sitting in that car with that girl—just how different she is from me.
That's right, she was hanging out the window shouting at the top of her lungs: "Hell-O PEOPLE! Hey! Hi! Hi BOY!"
Never. Ever. Not in this life or the next would you catch her grandmother doing anything like this, or anything even remotely similar.
I have no idea where this little extrovert came from, but it looks like she's having fun, doesn't it?
That's because, um, she IS. LOL. She didn't care if THE PEOPLE hollered back. But some of them did. And almost all of them waved.
Meanwhile, her grandmother has trouble just updating her author page on Facebook...
I never know what to say—because every time I do it, it feels like I'm shouting: Hell-O PEOPLE! Hey! Hi! Look at ME!
Of course, it doesn't feel like I'm being shouted at when an author pops up in my Facebook feed.* And when one does, I react the way the people in that parking lot did. Sometimes I ignore it. Sometimes I wave back (hit the like button). And sometimes I leave a comment.
So why does it feel like I'm shouting when I update my page? I don't have the answer for that yet. But my mentor (see darling child above) is working on convincing me that if I try doing it more often, it will feel less shouty.
I'll let you know how that works out.
Meanwhile, here's a little shoutout for the brand new hardcopy version of the anthology that includes my novella, The Psychic Detective.
One day soon—I PROMISE, Emelle Gamble—I'll link to it on my Facebook page.
In the meantime, I'll be Sitting in Cars (and elsewhere, sometimes called a splash park) With A Girl...
I hope you all are having a wonderful shouty summer! And if you take the time to shout back, by leaving a comment on this post, you'll have a chance at winning a paperback copy of the Once and Forever anthology.
*Well, all right, sometimes it DOES feel like authors are shouting at me. But I ignore them and if they don't go away, I hide them. Usually they go away on their own. Your mileage may vary.