Enjoyed a book so much that you wrote to the author?
I had just finished Free Country, a wild romp about two Englishmen who wore only boxer shorts as they began their journey at Land’s End, the southernmost part of England, determined to bicycle to John O’Groats, at the northern tip of Scotland.
The young men had no money–just a notebook, pen, and hearts filled with trust. Author George Mahood bet that the good will of their fellow countrymen would provide them with bicycles, food, lodging, clothing, and much more. After reading his true story, I was ready to accompany him to Las Vegas and depend on his good fortune.
But my e-mail led to more than a winning bet. It changed my life.
George wrote back and suggested I make the leap from travel blogger to book author through Amazon’s KDP program. About a year and a half later, I published my first book, Camino Sunrise, and am now working on my second.
So a big shout out to George Mahood on the release of his latest, How Not to Get Married: Confessions of a Wedding Photographer. I can hardly wait until the paperback arrives via Amazon. (Yep, it’s in ebook format too.)
I am so confident that it will be another of his humorous, insightful looks at his eventful life that I know I will be writing him another note when I finish reading.
This time, I will be writing as a fellow author, brimming with respect for George’s hard work, talent and kindness.
Many thanks to Barnes and Noble in Medford, Oregon, for hosting my book chat on Saturday; also, I appreciate the brave souls who came in from the beautiful spring day to hear me. My wife Sue’s paintings, which illustrate my book, drew rave reviews from the audience.
I will present a CaminoSunrise book talk at Barnes and Noble Booksellers in Medford, Oregon on Saturday, March 2 at 2 p.m. As well as Amazon, my book is available through the Barnes and Noble website and in Ashland, Oregon at Bloomsbury Books and the Northwest Nature Shop. The ebook is offered at Amazon. Interestingly, I recently saw it on Powell’s Bookstore online store.
A detour had taken Sue, Gert and me to Castrillo Polvazares, a traditional Maragato village off the Camino de Santiago. It was raining with darkness closing in.
From Camino Sunrise: Walking With My Shadows:
“I was about to suggest that we walk to the next town when an old, small pickup stopped next to us. A man with short, gray hair rolled down his window, stuck out his head and shouted questions in Spanish so fast that I had no clue what he said. Gert talked to the driver, also in Spanish, then turned to us with the bad news.
”He said both albergues here are not open for the season yet.” We eyed each other quizzically, even panicked-looking. A wet journey in near-darkness loomed. We could not be certain there would be empty beds in the next village. Suddenly…”
When I put on my backpack in Pamplona on my first day walking the Camino de Santiago, I worried that it was too heavy for me to carry across Spain. I worried about undressing in front of strangers in coed dorms and bathrooms. I worried about trying to keep up with much younger trekkers. It turned out I had no idea I was carrying things far heavier.