I’m currently re-imaging my book tour while having an unusual adventure visiting my tribal elders and childhood friends, who are now middle-aged. It’s like viewing myself in a magnifying mirror as I re-realize on a deeper level that I am an odd combination of the pros and cons of my parents, siblings and friends. And I have one interesting story for the next book about how a raisin can influence four generations of a family.
As the title of this post suggests, I’m having trouble owning myself as an author and adventurer. Bicycle touring is hard enough by itself. Now, dragging a trailer of books behind me is really killing the fun. I’m not doing a good job at enjoying the journey or selling books.
Coming up next, the tour continues from Acadia National Park, Maine to Key West, Florida. And, I’m contemplating riding through New York City naked to get my book noticed, but I’m told this is an everyday occurrence in NYC.
