Posts by Laurie King
Laugh for the day
Going over the accumulated copies of the San Francisco Chronicle from the past 2 weeks, I find this gem of a headline, its article reprinted from the NYT: Bush urges immigrants to learn English, history Now there’s an idea.
Read MoreTAoD tour, a round dozen of days
On the last day of The Great The Art of Detection tour, I slept in until 7:30 in the morning, about two hours after I usually wake up. I convinced the hotel’e2’80’99s internet service that I was to be trusted with their electrons, checked my email, washed my hair and had breakfast, and sauntered out…
Read MoreTAoD tour day eleven
Tuesday:5 am wakeup call (I’e2’80’99ve had two alarm clocks die on me in the past week, both the dependable Swiss Army kind. Never trust a new alarm clock without a backup call from the desk.) and 6:15 pickup. Long line to get through security, longer line to get coffee from Starbuck’e2’80’99s, on the gift card…
Read MoreTAoD tour day 10
Maybe everyone in Seattle spends their days drinking coffee and reading books. It would explain a lot, not only about the number of coffeehouses and great bookstores, but also the general laid-back attitude of a city filled with people whose fantasy lives are well enough fulfilled that they don’e2’80’99t need to be ill-tempered. In any…
Read MoreTAoD tour day 9
So, what sells books? I love libraries, as anyone who reads this blog or noticed the dedication to The Game will know, but it’e2’80’99s always tough to get a publisher to subsidize events at libraries. A touring author is, after all, supposed to be on the road encouraging people to buy her books, and love…
Read MoreTAoD day 6
Friday’e2’80’99s flight was restored to the normal complement of children, or else I’e2’80’99d have begun to wonder if a home-schooling project was following me around. I arrived to find the delightfully named Pierre O’e2’80’99Rourke waiting for me, my usual Phoenix escort, and he drove me around this huge city to sign at one store after…
Read MoreTAoD tour day…?
Okay, so here’e2’80’99s a day. 2:00 am: Nashville hotel. Young neighbors come in, party an hour, maybe more.4:45 am: Other neighbor’e2’80’99s radio alarm begins to play. Neighbor sleeps, LRK wakes, realizes that her own alarm clock (set for 5:30) has stopped.7:00 meets driver for ride to airport to catch 9:00 flight, trip takes 10 minutes.…
Read MoreTAoD tour day 6
The Cracker Barrel is a chain of restaurants across the South (mostly) that are serious purveyors of carbohydrates. Pecan pancakes, grits (No, really, it’e2’80’99s not polenta under another name. Italians wouldn’e2’80’99t recognize it.), something called potato casserole that is a very, well, solid combination of potatoes and cheese’e2’80’94oh, and don’e2’80’99t forget their biscuits. With honey.…
Read MoreTAoD tour, day 5
Lexington is a gorgeous town. Clearly, that is the reason people at the event tonight drove from Cincinnati and Columbus, to see Lexington. I’e2’80’99m glad to have given them an excuse of a LRK event. But we know the truth. This was one of those rare days with large gaps in the schedule. The first…
Read MoreTAoD tour, day 4
One of the frustrations of flying is seeing something from the air and having no one at hand to ask for an explanation. Which mountain is that? What are those weird circles? And over Texas, why has someone shaved the vegetation along perfectly straight lines, with no awareness of paved roads crossed and feed lots…
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