Do you remember the ad for “Try It, You’ll Like It”? I forget what the ‘it’ was, but I’ve always championed that phrase. Often, simply trying does work. But sometimes it really bombs. Well, I fear I’m in the middle of just such a situation, and I’d love to hear from you as to what you think. You see, given that publicizing books has shifted considerably since I wrote my academic works, I’m discovering that nowadays, you have to be extremely knowledgeable about social media. Well, I’m not. At the suggestion of a fellow retired academic, I decided I should start podcasting. If you’ve ever looked into this you know two things: First, on the surface, it sounds very simple…that is till you start learning about it. Second, even if you buy the simplest recommended equipment it’s not cheap. Well, being me, I bought the equipment. THEN I began reading. Do I really have time to pursue my true love of writing and produce a weekly podcast? All I can say is, ‘hmm’….
Any helpful hints?
This phrase, ‘domestic dysfuntion’, sends shudders up and down my spine. Why? Because I lived it. And I was an only child. That gave me only two confidantes: my imaginary friend, Alicia, and our dachshund, Duke. In those days, no one talked about such things. This was especially true in the case of a family like mine: Riches to rags, Horatio Algers in reverse. And I grew up, slowly watching the reel unwind from highly educated upper class down to twins of the people on the street holding out their hands, “Spare change?”
Please join me in discussing this phenomenon, which I present in my recently published memoir, Rotting Floorboards and Debut Dreams: Tripping through Childhood before LSD.