Okay, strictly speaking Richmond isn't quite the road. The fall road trip is underway, but day 1, for me, was only intended to get me as far as Rosemary Martin's (aka Stevens) house, and I managed that. Tomorrow we load up the car and point it south. We're signing Thursday night at Aliens and Alibis in Columbia, South Carolina, and at then Saturday at 4 p.m. at the Murder on the Beach booth at the Miami Book Fair. If you're in either area, please come by and see us!
We're also going to drop in to sign stock at as many stores as we can manage between here and Miami. I'll report on our progress, as time, energy, and computer access permit.
The energy part's the tough one. Both Rosemary and I are recuperating from colds--at least I hope we're recuperating. We're in the noisy stages of recovery, though. Much coughing and sniffling. We have already nicknamed this the Respiratory Distress Tour. Fortunately, Rosemary did not see tonight's episode of House, in which the patient was suffering from respiratory distress. She didn't need to see that. One hypochondriac under the influence of medical drama is enough for a household.
Rosemary spent much of the evening trying to mend a new belt--new, and already falling apart; the decorative faux rubies kept coming off. Unfortunately, Super Glue didn't seem to do much to reattach them, though we did discover both the validity of the warning against getting it on your skin and the effectiveness of acetone as a solvent to detach accidentally glued together items. Like fingers and thumbs. Rosemary plans to sue Chico's on our return.
I found out that my brain is not functioning as well as I thought. I could have sworn I'd updated my website to show our signings. It's not there. Guess I fixed the page and didn't load it. Will try to fix that later.