I’ve approached the world of blogging with the same foot-stamping reluctance of Seinfeld in the “Puffy Shirt” episode. “But I don’t want to be a blogger,” I’ve whined with increasing frequency as more and more people urged me to start a blog. I’ve “yepped” and nodded my head, all the while confident that I would never enter that foreign world. But when an Editor at Penguin flat out told me to that I needed a presence to get my writing noticed, I finally gave in.
So here it goes. Bear with me as I crawl out from under the cozy warmth of my Luddite afghan and enter this world of “twitters” and “tags.” In the immortal words of Bette Davis, “It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
Jennifer, what fun I am having with your novel- having lived at least a month each year in Montepulciano – and soon to be four months each year. I am still “hiding out”and waiting (and longing)to feel comfortable enough to come alive there . Your writing brings me courage . I (and my funny hubby from Brooklyn) really hope to stumble across you live one day and take you to lunch! Keep writing! Love your work! Stephanie