Laurie R. King

Thanks to my fellow bloggers who turned out in Bellingham’e2’80’94and remember, Jacqui’e2’80’94mothers are designed to embarrass their daughters. It’e2’80’99s part of the job description.

I got back to the hotel before eleven, and up again this morning for a 7:15 pickup. I am writing this in the SeaTac airport waiting for my flight to be called, but it won’e2’80’99t be sent off until I get to my San Diego hotel, since my laptop is four years old and hasn’e2’80’99t that new-fangled wireless stuff wired in.

[Here in San Diego, delayed by a faulty window seal in the pilot’e2’80’99s compartment’e2’80’94yes, please, do fix it so the window stays in during the flight’e2’80’94and met by some of San Diego’e2’80’99s (yawn) perfect weather, I may even get a chance to have a nap this afternoon. Boy, the glamorous life of a writer, zzzzzz.]

Seattle was, as always, a pleasure, although not having any time to wander down to the waterfront was a pity. Maybe I’e2’80’99ll have to write another San Juan book, in order to have some time here (it’e2’80’99s all research!) But my escort Helen drove me competently up to Bellingham, through countryside that reminds me a bit of the road between London and Oxford, with water to one side. And the old town of Bellingham is very attractive (again, the wish to wander) and Village Books a great venue for an event or a day of coffee and reading. Drop in on your way to Canada.

I sent my editor some suggested titles for the Martinelli book, compiled on the flight from Houston, and she seemed to like some of them. They’ll probably be just the titles that five people in the past ten years have used.

Hope to see some of you tonight in San Diego, and in the next two days in LA.

And–just got news that LOCKED ROOMS hit the New York Times list at number 17–thanks to all of you who put it there!