Still really tired after the insanity of running all over the northern coast. Signings at Borderlands and Powell’s Beaverton went very nicely–my hosts Alan and Peter were both fabulous. Got to spend an insufficient amount of time with loony friends from TTLG and more friends from Portland, later. Met new fans and friends and had a generally great time, even if I got very little sleep (I have difficulty sleeping in strange beds the first night and since I never slept more than 2 nights in the same bed, the whole trip was pretty sleepless.)
I even managed to catch up to my brother for a few hours in San Francisco–he’s doing a winemaking internship in Santa Rosa which I knew nothing about until he showed up at Fisherman’s Grotto for dinner with the TTLG crew. It’s always cool to spend some time with Drew and I wished we’d had more.
Portland was definitely too short, but I’ll be back at the end of the month for Craig and Ily’s wedding, so that should make up for a little–but not enough. Plainly, I have to get my butt back down to both towns sooner rather than later. And I’m still owing my sister a visit in LA, but I couldn’t manage the extra travel this time, since I have to do another signing here in Seattle on Saturday and then the wedding…. So… October, maybe?
While I was traveling, I did find time to read a terrific book: Bone Song by John Meaney. It’s coming out early next year and it’s the most unusual dark fantasy I’ve read in ages. Kind of a police procedural/thriller set in an alternate world where power is generated out of the bones of the dead and zombies and wraiths are not only real, but at the center of a controversy about the rights of the “paralive”. Meanwhile… a dark cabal is murdering artists for their bones…. It’s creepy and twisty and delicious fun and I’m all smug about getting to read it early.
Meanwhile, still more business, more forms, more books…. I want a nap.