Book tours & Cons
A funny thing happened on my way to Dreaming Spies…
Months and months ago, I said to Random House that I didn’t think a tour was really necessary for this novel, since it would be the first Russell & Holmes in 2 ½ years and people might be interested in it even without the author standing in front of them talking. And they agreed, since after all a tour costs them money that could be spent elsewhere. So there we were, all nicely agreed, until Pub Day came on Feb 17th and I looked down at the printout of my duties for the month and said to myself, I said, Holy Granola, Batlady, looks like I’m doing a tour after all.
So off I set for Chicago and Houston and Scottsdale and California South and North (lots of North) and then Portland at the end since, well, I was going to be there anyway for Left Coast Crime, and…
All of which means that a month has disappeared on the road, leaving me now holding my skull and wondering what on earth I intended to do with this book I’m supposed to be writing.
Let me be clear: I enjoy touring. Not only is it a huge inflation to the ego to have rooms of people eager to hear what passes for my wisdom
but I also get to see the sorts of friends I only catch glimpses of when I go on the road.
Also there are a lot of amazingly talented people who come out, some of whom write poems or make sketches about the talk
while others give me presents.
But, maybe next year I’ll keep the travel part down under a month, so I can do less of this
and more of this
If so, will you forgive me?
(Though in the meantime, keep in mind that my events page always has a list of appearances. At the moment, those include Crimefest in May and BoucherCon in the fall, but we’ll be adding events in England this May: more when I know them.)