Thanksgiving Hunter/Gatherer

 

Harking back to the old days when men went out and killed what they ate...

In this case rutabagas.

Thanksgiving morning I braved the cold and led my children out on a rutabaga hunt, manfully killed one and brought it back for my wife to cook.

Okay, strictly speaking my wife showed me where in the garden the rutabagas were, and I went out with the kids, my son dug them up while my daughter took pictures of herself and I supervised the whole operation. But you get the idea.

Something I swore I would never do...

You know, when you're young and don't have a lot of life experience you have plenty of opportunity to swear you will never do certain things and then do them anyway. Sometimes you realize you were right the first time - you should never have done that - and sometimes you wonder what took you so long to give it a try.

The older you get, the more experience you accumulate and the fewer chances you have to do that sort of thing.

But here I am, getting ready to do Something I Swore I Would Never Do - self publish a book.

I've had this novel of Vikings in Ireland in my virtual drawer for years. It never found a publisher. I always thought it was pretty good, and reading it over again, I still think it's pretty good. So, damn it, I'm going to publish it myself. It's so bloody easy these days (for better or worse).

More as I move though the process...