Road Trip IV, Days 14-16 : Dallas to Natchez Trace State Park, Tennessee.
We interrupt this travel blog to bring you an important announcement:
The Flying Burgowski is launched!
Folks, I have so much I want to talk about. The metaphor of birth that keeps surfacing as I bring my “baby” forth into the world. The gratitude I feel toward all the friends who have helped me turn a manuscript into a Book, and toward my wonderful husband for putting up with my distraction as we travel. The
difficulty challenge joy of bringing a book to publication via iPad while on the road. And then there’s all this lovely scenery we’re passing through, and the fact that we camped last night in an Arkansas campground that was so deserted even the rangers abandoned us. (The Mate and I were TOTALLY tempted to take off all our clothes and camp in the nude just for the novelty of it, but it was too cold.)
But today is Jocelyn Burgowski’s day. So I’m going to close here with the link where you can check my book out further.
And this question: do you think a book IS like a baby? Why/why not?