Father's Day Blog Tour Post
Jun. 22nd, 2009 11:01 pmThis month's Drollerie Press blog tour topic is fathers, for Father's Day. My post, about my Dad's many peculiar ways of supporting my writing over the years, can be found here, at Angela Korra'ti's website. (You may know Angela as
annathepiper.)
Considering that we've been doing this blog tour thing for several months now, it's surprising that this is the first time we've had mass confusion about deadlines and destinations. I was supposed to host Jessica Howe's post this month, but that ended up getting emailed to Anna, too, so all I have to do is plug my own post and the blog tour as a whole.
Of course, now that my post is up, I'm wondering if I should have spared more time for fact checking. Was the edition of Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings that I remember really available in 1978, or do I have the year, and therefore the continent I was living on, wrong? Was it the twentieth anniversary edition of Playboy, or some other anniversary? If I weren't between two several-days-long trips out of state with only 48 hours turnaround time between rained-out camping and an airplane, I'd eat the time cost of checking. In any case, the story of it, the feeling of it, is absolute and faithful truth.
I have to be at an airport in seven hours. Off to bed with me.
Considering that we've been doing this blog tour thing for several months now, it's surprising that this is the first time we've had mass confusion about deadlines and destinations. I was supposed to host Jessica Howe's post this month, but that ended up getting emailed to Anna, too, so all I have to do is plug my own post and the blog tour as a whole.
Of course, now that my post is up, I'm wondering if I should have spared more time for fact checking. Was the edition of Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings that I remember really available in 1978, or do I have the year, and therefore the continent I was living on, wrong? Was it the twentieth anniversary edition of Playboy, or some other anniversary? If I weren't between two several-days-long trips out of state with only 48 hours turnaround time between rained-out camping and an airplane, I'd eat the time cost of checking. In any case, the story of it, the feeling of it, is absolute and faithful truth.
I have to be at an airport in seven hours. Off to bed with me.