Message in a Blog Bottle
I sit here at the Deep River Blues Coffee Cafe and I’m in awe. When I was growing up here we only had the Billiard and Bowl until Hardees came in, and pizza was an exotic international food. I can’t believe Harvey county has come far enough to have our version of Starbucks. They got all kinda coffee in this place, and I can’t pronounce the names of any of ’em. Usually I just get the house black but every so often I’ll order a new fangled one. “How ’bout one of those high-test hoop-tee-do cold caramel ones with the crushed up ice?” I asked.
“Tough day, Doc?” The kid at the counter is a blonde haired girl, but she acts about like a bartender. “You mean the frappacino?”
“Uh yeah. That’s fine. Make it a double shot of that espresso jazz and put some whipped cream on it.”
“Yes sir. Coming right up.”
I slumped into the corner easy chair and tapped into the Wi-Fi. When I was a kid Hi-Fi was fancy. We’ve come a long way.
I e-mailed a friend in Australia. I’m about like Jimmy Stewart. I love the old hometown, but there was also a part of me that wanted to fling responsibility to the wind and see the world. In a way the Internet has allowed me that without leaving home, but has also whetted my appetite.
But as my daughter always said, “Daddy, there’s not a frivolous bone in your body.” I never would have gone without a reason for the trip. That reason is the reader, and we want to meet all these new people I have met in my writer journey. My book is my travel ticket.
Not that I want to give up my day job. I still love it and the interaction with the patients. But as the book draws nigh, I’m also gonna have to see the world before I get too old to go. Then I’ll come back home, check into Harvey Nursing Home without complaint, play bingo every Monday and teach mandolin lessons to anyone who’ll visit, ’cause I got to do it all.
When I started my blog it was like a message in a bottle. I tossed it out from our little desert island here, watched it bob away and drift off into the distance, and waited to see if anyone would respond. One day someone far across the ocean found it on an isolated beach where it had washed ashore. They popped the cork and fished out the message.
“My wife and I love home but we also want to see the world. We love bluegrass music, writing, and art. We only want to go where we already know folks of like mind. To tell you the truth, Harvey County is a small place. We’re a little scared of strangers. When I finish my book can we come visit a bookstore near you?”
The answer was yes, and to a degree I never dreamed of. I have already learned a bunch from you guys and look forward to plotting my course over the next few years to get everywhere I want to go.
All that is gonna take a lot of time. As the publishers look at ‘The Mandolin Case’ some have already inquired about an outline for a sequel. (Thank goodness I have one) I work steady as a Doc every day and it is hard to fit it all in.
I hope you guys will bear with me. Today I want to tell you of a slight change in my publication schedule. In some ways it will be more; in some ways it is less. I plan to post a brief ‘Thought of the Day.’ (at least most days) Often it might dove-tail with my ‘Song of the Day’ on FaceBook.
Instead of three long posts a week I’ll do one long one on Mondays. I’m gonna call the ‘Monday Morning Post.’
I hope this change will allow me to commit to the support of ‘The Mandolin Case’ I will have to give it, and also the time to write the sequel I have started.
At the same time, I admit I fear the thought of the loss of even one reader. I have come to enjoy your regular input. Like a doc without patients a writer with no readers might as well call it a day. I have learned much from you and hope you will all continue the journey with me even though my format will have to change a bit to get it all done.
So I send another message in a bottle from Harvey County and float it out to you again. I hope you’ll stick with me. The total time I give to the blog might be cut in half, but I hope the books will make it up to you. Hey, at this point y’all about gotta read them ’cause some of you made it in the story by virtue of your visits to Harvey County.
As Tim O’Brien would say I won’t say so long ’cause I ain’t going anywhere. (or something like that) So I’ll be in touch and see ya soon.
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