Back on the road
Hello all!
Sorry for the silence the past few days. I've been home in Minneapolis, which was heavenly and far too busy. By yesterday afternoon, though, I'd started to feel I was home for good, so this morning's 4:30 a.m. trip to the airport was a little alarming. What what? I thought I could stay in my pajamas...
It's a hazy day here in L.A. and I got to my hotel about 10 a.m., whereupon I promptly got back into my pajamas, to give myself the illusion that I was still home in my totally trashed office. Ach, the office. It now looks as if, by centrifugal force, it has collected everything on the planet and strewn it in towering piles all over the desks, chairs, floor, bookshelves, and windowsills. I don't totally know how it happened. The right side of my writing desk is covered with stacks of poetry books. There was a curious collection of buttons on the windowsill. The other desk has a pile of CDs on it so high you can't see the wall behind it. The floor is covered with books and boxes, purses and sweaters, and a variety of technological equipment which has some purpose only known to Jeff.
Minneapolis was a total riot, and here's a huge thank you to all the wonderful people who made it out for the reading and the webcast. (And I apologize to all the people who had to sit in the asiles at the reading.) Such a show of support from my hometown, and so many of my nearest and dearest, means the world to me. And special to all the people who came from such a long way away--you're the best. I'll have photos from the Minneapolis leg posted tomorrow.
So this week is the west coast whirlwind. L.A. today and tomorrow (reading at Vroman's in Pasadena, 7:00 p.m.), Seattle tomorrow (for a reading and talk at the Town Hall, 7:30 p.m.), San Francisco Wednesday (my other hometown--no matter how long I'm elsewhere, San Francisco is still where my heart lives--isn't there some terrible song about "left my heart in San Francisco"?)—for a reading at the Opera Place Books Inc., 7:00 p.m.), and finally Portland on Thursday, reading at Powell's Books, 7:00 p.m. Media this week will be up tomorrow.
Spring on the west coast--stepped off the plane into a world of hills (hills! I'd forgotten what they looked like--we don't have too many up in the north) covered with ivy, and those gorgeous spilling fuscia vines. Reminds me of a childhood running up and down those hills and climbing through the iceplant. Ok, no iceplant in L.A. But I'll see some in San Francisco. It's great to be back out here, and I can't wait to see all you the west coasters this week. I promise not to fall asleep at the podium mid-reading. Really.
Cheers,
M
Sorry for the silence the past few days. I've been home in Minneapolis, which was heavenly and far too busy. By yesterday afternoon, though, I'd started to feel I was home for good, so this morning's 4:30 a.m. trip to the airport was a little alarming. What what? I thought I could stay in my pajamas...
It's a hazy day here in L.A. and I got to my hotel about 10 a.m., whereupon I promptly got back into my pajamas, to give myself the illusion that I was still home in my totally trashed office. Ach, the office. It now looks as if, by centrifugal force, it has collected everything on the planet and strewn it in towering piles all over the desks, chairs, floor, bookshelves, and windowsills. I don't totally know how it happened. The right side of my writing desk is covered with stacks of poetry books. There was a curious collection of buttons on the windowsill. The other desk has a pile of CDs on it so high you can't see the wall behind it. The floor is covered with books and boxes, purses and sweaters, and a variety of technological equipment which has some purpose only known to Jeff.
Minneapolis was a total riot, and here's a huge thank you to all the wonderful people who made it out for the reading and the webcast. (And I apologize to all the people who had to sit in the asiles at the reading.) Such a show of support from my hometown, and so many of my nearest and dearest, means the world to me. And special to all the people who came from such a long way away--you're the best. I'll have photos from the Minneapolis leg posted tomorrow.
So this week is the west coast whirlwind. L.A. today and tomorrow (reading at Vroman's in Pasadena, 7:00 p.m.), Seattle tomorrow (for a reading and talk at the Town Hall, 7:30 p.m.), San Francisco Wednesday (my other hometown--no matter how long I'm elsewhere, San Francisco is still where my heart lives--isn't there some terrible song about "left my heart in San Francisco"?)—for a reading at the Opera Place Books Inc., 7:00 p.m.), and finally Portland on Thursday, reading at Powell's Books, 7:00 p.m. Media this week will be up tomorrow.
Spring on the west coast--stepped off the plane into a world of hills (hills! I'd forgotten what they looked like--we don't have too many up in the north) covered with ivy, and those gorgeous spilling fuscia vines. Reminds me of a childhood running up and down those hills and climbing through the iceplant. Ok, no iceplant in L.A. But I'll see some in San Francisco. It's great to be back out here, and I can't wait to see all you the west coasters this week. I promise not to fall asleep at the podium mid-reading. Really.
Cheers,
M
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