Adventures in Authordom
Being an author can sometimes bring about strange adventures. For example, a week ago I found myself in Beryl, Utah. Yep. Beryl. I hadn’t heard of it either. But a school librarian contacted me several weeks prior and asked if I’d do a school visit there. Beryl? I looked it up. That’s FIVE hours away. Whoa. There were a million reasons to say no. Reasons like: I’ve got seven kids and mounting laundry, gas is expensive, and ten hours on the road would be horrendous. I told the school I’d need my travel expenses covered. Fine, they said. And, I’d have to charge them additional fees for the assemblies. Fine, they said. And…I’d need a screen, microphone, and a projector wired with sound….fine, fine, fine. I clicked on a map on my laptop and showed my husband. “Should I go to Beryl?” I asked. “Where?” “Beryl, Utah.” “Barrel like a barrel of monkeys?” “I’m not sure. But it’s five hours away, in the middle of nowhere.” He leaned over and squinted at the map. “Yeah, you should do it.” “I shoul...