I’ve spent the better part of my morning adding up my expenses from three months in Bangladesh, Cambodia, and China. It’s not pretty. Between flights, buses, translators, food, and accommodation, I tallied nearly $8,000 in expenses.
I had about $6,000 saved and allotted for the trip. I figured it would cost more than that, but hey, isn’t that what credit cards and second mortgages are for?
Through various writing and radio assignments, I’ve recouped half of the trip’s expense. I’m happy with that. I’ve only been home for three months and I still have a lot of stories ready to be written, sold, and recycled, and the possibility of a book deal. I don’t think I’m going to have trouble earning the expenses back,…
This video will only be up for a few hours. I’m sending it to the World Vision Report as part of a story pitch. Alone, it’s not really a complete story. I have other audio to add to it and would probably write a script to link all of the audio together. For now, here it isL
I opened my sample chapter and randomly selected these three paragraphs:
What if all of this turns south? I came all the way to Bangladesh to locate the underwear factory, which this obviously was not. If the receptionist doesn’t tell us the location of the factory or pass us on to someone who could, then I’ve failed, and if the Honduras T-shirt factory was any indication of how I would be treated, I’m screwed.
I nervously sat trying to read the reaction of the receptionist, comparing it with my Honduras experience and worrying that I had fooled myself into a strange, expensive vacation under the delusion it was some kind of worthwhile quest.
Dalton’s phone rang and he stepped away from the counter to answer it. I stood, pulled…
Conor’s website was once named, “How Conor is spending his money.” At that time he was spending it traveling the world for a year and a half, which is by all means is a respectable way to lower one’s bank account.
But then Conor settled down and now he considers his tales to be only mildly thrilling, if you consider settling in Kathmandu, Nepal, founding a home for trafficked children, and searching for the children’s parents in remote mountain villages mildly thrilling.
Not only is Conor’s blog interesting, it is written well. His writing style is funny and conversational. It’s not easy to write about serious subjects and maintain a great sense of humor. But Conor does.
No longer am I alone in this world to sell and promote the writings of Kelsey Timmerman. I have help. Her name is Caren.
I have officially signed with the Caren Johnson Literary Agency. I met her at a writing conference in my hometown, Muncie, Indiana. I sat at a table with agent-hungry writers and asked Caren, “I have a couple of agents interested in my book and I’m not sure what to do. Any thoughts?” To which the agent-hungry writers rolled their eyes and said a version of “oh, you poor thing.”
Yes, it was a good problem to have, but a problem nonetheless. Caren asked me what my book was and she said something like, “There aren’t that many original ideas out…
If I was a OneDerWear wearer, I would have never created such a strong bond with my favorite pair of underwear. Here is a passage on them in my sample chapter on Bangladesh:
Multi-colored Christmas ornaments are printed on the boxers and the phrase “Jingle These” runs around the waist band. Eighty-three percent of people in Bangladesh are Muslim so Christmas isn’t celebrated, but its products are exported.
If you look closely, MADE IN BANGLADESH can still be read on the faded tag. I got the underwear as a gift years ago and, ever since, they’ve maintained a regular place in my underwear rotation regardless of the time of year or holiday season.