Laurie emerges from her cave
Neck deep as I am in a first draft, nonetheless I’m due to extricate myself this week from the blizzard of paper scraps that is my study to appear in public, face scrubbed and carrying on normal conversation (as opposed to muttering vague bits of dialogue under my breath.)
Thursday night I’ll be in San Francisco, at the Ferry Building Book Passage, to talk about The Murder of Mary Russell. One of my favorite bookshops, with a Peet’s next door and every flavor of ethnic takeaway you could desire a short stroll away.
And on Saturday I’ll be manning (yes, I regard the verb man as gender-inclusive) the Mystery Writers of America NorCal booth at the second annual Book Festival in Berkeley.
I’m only scheduled to be there in the afternoon, but in fact I’ll probably be there most of the day, so come down and see us, at #4 Writer’s Row, and join a whole city of people who adore books!
In the meantime: back to my mutterings…