Sorry it’s been so long since my last post, but traveling is tiring. Except, of course, the part where I get to see you guys! You always bring much energy and fabulousness, which makes all the horrible flying totally worth it.
So here’s how the trip was:
We spent Wednesday and Thursday last week at the Archer School for Girls, which was tons of fun. There were many questions asked about how Justine and I write in the same house (and a few about how we met), all which were very amusing to answer.
Our hotel was close to the Getty Center, and so we tried to walk there. Oh, foolish New Yorkers, set a-stumbling across the blasted hellscape that is LA’s pedestrian margins. To make a long story short, we nearly died, then were rescued by a nice man in a car.
But the Getty’s incredible architecture, which was extra dramatic with the sun breaking through the pollution-fog, made it all worthwhile . . .
On Friday I did two presentations at WLMA up in Seattle, talking about my history as a science fiction reader and how I think sf readers are different from the reg’lar kind. Nothing beats an audience full of thoughtful librarians, let me say. Except maybe Courtney and Jordan, the two Applegate students who so charmingly introduced me.
Then on Saturday was the famous library event. Thanks to Topaz and Captain Cockateil for demanding it, and to Dawn, who lent me her library on short notice! It was great meeting all you Seattlite fans. I read from The Last Days and took questions for an hour, then had a whole hour of signing!
Here’s photographic proof!
On Sunday we flew home, then Monday night did a reading together at the Park Slope B&N. Thanks to Maria and Anjulee, and all the fexcellent Brooklyn fans who showed up!
As if this weren’t enough, we’re back in Manhattan tomorrow, reading at Kips Bay:
Wednesday, October 18, 7:00PM
576 2nd Ave (at 32nd Street)
And that’s it! NO MORE! (Well, except for a secret trip to Indiana, and those ten days in London. Argh.)
Sorry if we’ve missed your town or ‘burb or city; it’s not that we don’t love you, just that you outnumber us.