I’m in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Yeesh, I’m tired. I was in Austin on Sunday, drove to Plano, TX, where I stayed with Stefan Block’s parents, who threw me a lovely little event, and then I drove here yesterday, where I read at the new version of Nightbird Books, a gorgeous little bookstore owned by some of the nicest people in the world. It’s about 7:30 AM. I am going to track down a yoga class this morning because I think it will be good for my soul.
And then it’s off to Memphis, where I have one night to chill out with Mahoney, do a tv interview tomorrow, a book signing at noon, then drive to Louisville to read. (Here’s a little write-up of me of it if you’re interested. I haven’t read it but I assume it’s nice. Oh, and as long as I’m linking, here are some adorable doodles of the Austin reading, as well as a funny photo of me holding up my laptop playing a video of Largeheartedboy. He could not make the reading, so I had him tape video introductions of everyone instead. There’s some other stuff from the tour out there on the internet too, videos and photos and lovely blog posts and whatnot but I can’t be bothered to track them down at the moment. I suppose if you cared enough to look you could find them. It is enough knowing they exist, I think.)
After it is all done, I will still not be going home. Plans fell through, so I will bounce for a while. I go upstate next week to stay with Hana, then stay with my family for a bit, there’s another book festival, after that I do not know what, and I only mildly care. Every day seems to be about getting through it to the next. I have an assignment coming due at the beginning of April, but beyond that I am pretty much just living in the moment. Is that why I do these tours? To force myself to be that way? It worked. Whatever I was trying to do, it worked. Something is working. I am working.
But man, am I tired.
