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URL: http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2006_07_01_archive.html
Title: Jack London Square, San Francisco
Date: 7/11/2006

LKH italicized, me in plain.

First we have internet access, so we can blog from the road, yea!. We did Jack London Square's Barnes and Noble in San Francisco last night. It was as always a wonderful event. Jerry the manager had another of his original poems that he read as introduction. The title of this poem was, "Who's your Daddy." Yeah, you read what you thought you read. Always fun. 

I nominate Jerry for Manager of the Universe. "Who's Your Daddy?" at a reading of Danse Macabre? Nice.

We saw a lot of familiar faces, that we hadn't seen since the Cerulean Sins tour, which was the last time we'd been back there. Truthfully, Jon and I couldn't remember, but the fans did. We also saw a lot of new faces. We had about 150 to 175 people in line last night. The trend of summer crowds being a little smaller than the spring and autumn crowds across the country continues.

I will begin accepting wagers to NOW on whether on not this "trend" will prove true this fall. Step right up to place your bets.

 But we did this number of people in about three hours. Not four, not five, but three. One, there were fewer pictures, but also my arm is holding up well. The exercise has really made a difference. Let's hear it for weight lifting. It means I can actually sign faster. We're still visiting with everyone in line, but I'm not having to slow my pace on the signing part like I did last tour. Very cool.

The verb 'did' in this context disturbs me. And I quote another author that remarked: "Showing up at signings covered with props, armrests and ice packs makes us authors look like wimps. Don't do it." Memo to world: LKH does NOT represent us.

Thanks to everyone that gave us gifts last night, and if we missed a night, or a gift, thanks to everyone at all the other signings this time out, too.

I know it's just my dislike for her, but this reminds me of the twits in high school that used to play with their hair, sigh, and say "I wish I weren't, like, so popular, you know?" 

We got to sleep in this morning, which helped a lot. We also got out of the store last night between 9:30 and 10:00 which meant bed time wasn't so late either. Sleep is a good thing on tour. We've never been to San Francisco in the summer. We'd never seen the famous summer fogs curl over the city, around the bay like some soft, white coat. The air was positively cool when we landed. Very nice.

*gags* Okay, so she's describing the fogs she's never seen in her trademark "rich, sensual prose." (Everyone remember that blog?)

I have actually had time to enter some of my notebook scribblings into the computer. I said I was three hundred pages into the next book, but technically the page number is 287. I have enough notes to take it over 290, but unsure if I'll actually make the magic 300. I'm throwing out some of the notes. Anita and the gang are just sitting down to breakfast in the book. 

300 pages, and they're just getting to breakfast. I bet she can set a land slowness record with the next book at that rate. 50,000 pages detailing the minutiae of Anita putting her shoes on. "Seeing the laces go through the holes just flat did it for me."

It's too early for fetish wear, so something more causal for the boys, even if it is going to turn into a business meeting with the wererats.

CASUAL! CASUAL!  Why can the NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR not learn how to spell?! Anyone? Bueller? *tears at hair* And there's a dress code for fetish wear? What, no cut-outs for butt cheeks after Labor Day?

We'll be signing tonight at the Borders in Union Square here. We'll see everyone at 7:00 tonight. Be well, and hope you guys get a relaxing day, too. This is the most relaxing day we've had on tour. We're going to try and enjoy it.

I believe that she will try. And fail. If there were an eight dwarf in Snow White, it'd be Gloomy, and LKH would dress in leather and play his part. With pointy little shoes.

Comments

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the laces line= genius.
Love the idea of reading "who's your daddy" at DM signing. Fits very well. *props to manager*

Fetish and breakfast shouldn't go in the same sentence...