I met you in San Diego. Unfortunately, my snarky boyfriend thought it would be oh-so-hilarious to tell your “handler” that I wanted to have your babies. Which was true. In a purely admirational sense. I appreciate that you didn’t kick me out immediately on grounds of fanaticism. But in retrospect, it seems a little extreme to eject a mute girl from the party, as I found myself mostly unable to speak during our brief meeting. I will say, however that I excelled with MENSA-like excellence at the smile/nod/giggle.

I didn’t get a chance to say it at the time (due to the aforementioned lack of speech), but I was moving back to Michigan on Sunday, and I had planned on leaving Saturday morning from California until I saw your tour dates in San Diego. Thanks for a lovely parting gift. Your advice about rewriting and finishing my novel will undoubtably prove invaluable. If I can get past chapter three.

Thanks again, and keep the brilliant words coming.

Dree Ziegler
Future Brilliant Novelist. Maybe.

Consider this one moore (sic) for Austin, Texas. I understand time constraints, and it seems you use good methods to determine how you make your tours. That makes this whole thing slightly less fulfilling, but I did manage to pick up a signed first edition (That I promptly damaged so no one would steal) from book people, so I will have to take that as some consolation. From this point on I vow to write you so much mail your poor location selecting algorithm has no choice but to spit out ATX.