Horse and cart

To my mind, an author blog puts “the cart in front of the horse.” Aren’t I here to tell you about the book and not so much about myself?

Imagine yourself standing down the street from an intersection. You hear a clip-clopping sound. A horse’s nose appears past a building’s corner, followed by the rest of the horse and then the cart s/he pulls, crossing the intersection. The horse caught your attention, but pretty soon you see the cart. You wonder what’s in the cart? By the time the cart reaches the other side of the intersection, the horse is gone from sight.

Here I am, pulling the book into view. Its pages hopefully reflect something of yourself from myself. When you read to the end and close Shanghaied, may you remember the story and not remember me.