Sent out the tour announcement letter today. The readers mailing list is getting to be pretty big. In the thousands, although I don’t know how many thousands because it’s all in some kind of indeciferable Ken-rune that you can’t read.
There are the predictable “Hey, why aren’t you coming to my town?” response letters, but that’s okay. It’s good to know that people want to hear me ramble aimlessly. And if I get enough requests from one area, I’ll let the publisher know that I have an audience there.
Looks like there will be advanced readers editons of the Stupidest Angel in time for BEA. That’s going to be nice for the booksellers that are there. They’ll also have adhesive bookplates to go the Angel, so even though I’m not touring for that book, people will be able to give signed copies as gifts.
Finalizing travel and promo schedules. I set into minor packiing panic mode about this time — knowing that I’m going to be living out of a carry-on for a month, with a pretty wide variety of climates.
My Hawaiian flip flops and board shorts uniform is not going to cut it. My leather jacket molded and is entirely sea-foam green now, so I hope it’s not cold in San Francisco. I learned from Neal Gaiman that a leather jacket is the overall armor for all climates. Neal even maintains that they hold in the air conditioning when you are moving from car to building in hot climates, but I suspect that in that regard, he is lying like the feckless author-scum that he is. So, I shall sally forth, sans moldy-green climate armor, and brave the swings and barrows of outrageous weather….
(Hey, is sally forth a cartoon character? Can one sally forth in a manly way? I’m not even sure that I know how to sally.)