Since my own book is coming out in just a little over a month and so far the publicity rounds mainly involve me driving back and forth across the state (though not everything has been scheduled yet), I can only marvel when somebody like Kevin Sessums sounds depressed because he’s on a national book tour. I look at his itinerary and think how nice it would be to have such a problem.
Who knows? Maybe by the time summer rolls around this blog will be full of my weeping and lamentations, but right now I’m jazzed about the whole thing. I’ve been to enough author appearances to know the difference between good ones and bad ones — bad appearances, that is, not authors — and I’m determined that anyone who takes the time to come see me is going to have fun. Maybe not fun on the scale of a Kiss concert — flashpots and bookstores really don’t work well together — but I’m not just going to stand around mumbling with my nose stuck in the book. I like shooting the breeze with people — why else would I be blogging?
I’ll have my own itinerary posted in the next week or so.