Check it out. I finally did it! Here is Traveling Light on Amazon.
It would appear that all the hoopla I was putting myself through was completely unnecessary. It is, in fact, quite easy to upload an ebook to Amazon. Once you know how.
It’s that ongoing not-really-that-funny-thing about hindsight. It seems stupid-easy once you’ve done all the research and done a zillion dead end starts.
Of course my next huge learning curve is how to actually make the whole Amazon affiliate link thingy work. Do you like my technical terms? Can you see why I have problems with this stuff? Whenever I write to the various customer service people for technical help and tell them the link thingy doesn’t seem to show up in the little doohickey box on the right and that I keep getting an error message…for some reason they seem unable to understand my problem and even more hard-pressed to provide directions that I can follow.
On other bookish notes…I am part way through the book of short stories by Darcie Friesen-Hossack called [amazon_link id=”189723578X” target=”_blank” ]Mennonites Don’t Dance.[/amazon_link] I don’t believe we’re related but you never know…I think most of our ancestors were on the same boat. I’m just saying….you wouldn’t want to actually dive in our gene pool.
Our relationship status (and my jealousy at her wonderful writing) aside, her stories are like a knife in the heart; precise, sharp and clean. The details are never overwrought and the silences between characters speak volumes. Two thumbs up for my maybe-cousin.
When Andreas and I were first together, his aunt Tante Gertraut told me many stories about their Mennonite origins. Since she spoke with a German accent, there were the occasional misunderstanding . My favourite was that I thought she said that Andreas came from a line of Mennonites known as the “Dancing Mennonites”. It was much later, that I learned that what she had really said was “Danzig Mennonites”.
Oh, but I love the idea of a line of Dancing Mennonites much, much better. Let’s just keep it that way.
I love imagining the little Schroeder in his lederhosen klip-klopping and shucking and jiving to the Mennonite Blues.