I'm fiddling around with a writing a book. A non romance book. Here is the first draft of the introduction. Let me know what you think!
So, you want to buy an RV? (working title)
My journey to find the perfect RV for me.
The thought of camping made me cringe. Trauma from multiple
family vacations rolled through me at the thought. My scalp prickled at just
the idea of falling asleep and being feasted on by mosquitos.
BUT, I loved to travel. And I did. BUT, it was expensive.
Cheaper motels woke me up scratching as much as those long
remembered mosquitos. The more reasonable but slightly pricier ones drained my wallet.
The thought of monotonous fast-food restaurants churned my
belly. On one trip we ate only at Arby’s for two days straight. Nor is it
cheap. Vacations were a hemorrhage on my finances. BUT, they lifted my soul.
I knew I had to face my fears, tear apart the trauma. Forget
how I can still pee on the side of the road without getting my panties wet. Thanks,
dad.
I needed a camper.
Oh god, could I survive this?
I refused to tell my family. They would never believe me. I
had made my hatred of camping well known. I wasn’t going to let them laugh at
me now. Despite their knowledge and experience, I refused to open that bag.
I can tell you what I didn’t want. No tent, hell no. I’m not
sleeping on the ground. No pop up. My skin crawled at the thought. The long ago
remembered night of slapping at mosquitos that made their way through the edges
of the canvas was something I couldn’t face again.
So, it had to have metal walls and wheels. Comfy beds, a
bathroom. I needed a Glamper, lol.
Thus began my journey to find the perfect camper for me. Oh,
and my husband. Maybe a kid or two. Possibly their families. (They are adults)
Eh, maybe just me and my husband. And the granddaughter. We
like her.
The year long journey was an adventure in itself.
Here’s how I did it.
