Some Like It Scot

Prologue

I’d love to say I became famous because of my excellent writing skills.

Doesn’t that sound like a superb reason for fame? Or, at the very least, a wonderful way to pay the bills.

“Hi, my name is Katie Campbell, and I actually write well enough to pay my bills.” I know of dozens of excellent authors who’d

love to make that claim.

But no, I am not one of the top travel writers for World on a Page ’s international magazine because of my captivating prose (which is decent but not Austen) or my insightful descriptions (which

I can do, sometimes) or my breathtaking narrative adventures (okay, breathtaking due to laughter). No, I am internationally

known as a travel writer because of my mis adventures.

These have garnered me the memorable and somewhat embarrassing moniker Miss Adventure and have led to my popular articles,

a few documentaries, plus an award-winning podcast titled Where in the World Is Miss Adventure?

What could have initiated such a claim to fame? A series of mishaps crossing three different countries and consecutively involving

a one-horned bull (now he has one horn), an engagement ring and a sand trap (the ring wasn’t for me), and a psychotic penguin

(you had to be there).

I shouldn’t really be surprised. My grandpa used to say that the only grace I had was the grace of God. If he could see me now, he would proclaim himself a prophet, because who ever gets paid for their clumsiness? Or making mistakes? Or being ridiculous?

Me, y’all. It’s me. I’m the problem.

So here I am. Falling, quite literally most times, into life as a travel writer whose buffoonery makes money. Truth be told,

trouble finds me in ways almost mythical. And though I enjoy a good laugh as well as the next person, living a story of successive

blunders is starting to get a little old.

For me. Not the readers.

And to be honest, though the attention is nice, I’d really like to be known for more than my ineptitude, poor timing, and...

bad luck. But traveling doesn’t really equate with staying anywhere long enough to belong, so until I can get my children’s

books published, misadventures are my stories to tell.

And Miss Adventure... is me.