Which means I have three more days on the road. I started with 10 Luna Bars, and that’s been my breakfast every day since I Ieft Baltimore a week ago today.
I’m in Seattle, hanging out in the lobby of my hotel until I go over to the Mystery Bookstore for the mid-day signing/hang-out. I’ve signed stock in a couple of places and let’s pause here to remember that it’s nice that bookstores have stock.
The Powell’s event was terrific, although I suspect at least a few people in the crowd of 30 or so came because they thought I might produce Omar. And I met one of my first fans, perhaps my first fan, Roberta. She emailed me more than a decade ago and we have been correspondents ever since. It was thrilling to meet her face to face, but I feel as if I’ve known her forever.
Lunch with one of the TMP denizens, dinner with one of my Eckerd students. (And there was another Eckerd student in Portland as well.) At Viva House, our guests prefer “Have a blessed day” to “Have a nice day.” I feel as if I’m having a blessed day.