Two cities left of the 13 cities, and I still have energy. In fact, with great turnouts in Chicago and Atlanta, I got a boost to keep trudging along on the marathon. And last night’s signing in Dallas drew the biggest crowd of the whole tour—so far. Houston, you have a last chance to kick it up a notch tonight.
I’m in the Atlanta airport right now, getting ready to board…seems like I just got here yesterday. Wait, I did…
Yesterday, after rounding up my baggage in the claim area, I met the driver Robert, who had already arranged his schedule of dropby bookstores. It felt strange to be coming through the Atlanta airport for something other than DragonCon. Rebecca and I have come to DragonCon for the past twenty years or so, missing only once; it is definitely one of our favorite cons of the year. The town seemed empty without all the extra fans.
With yesterday’s lunch of fried chicken and dinner of pepperoni and sausage pizza, it was not a good cholesterol day (and it didn’t lead to a good night’s sleep either).
I left home (alas) back to the Denver airport for my trip to Lexington, Kentucky for the next leg of the Hellhole tour. I arrived at O’Hare Airport with a lot of extra time—we landed 25 minutes ahead of schedule, but then I had two hours of layover anyway. I had plenty of time to call Rebecca, our fan club president Deb Ray, and catch up on my email. I am also starting work on our third Terra Incognita crossover rock CD, and I completed several letters to Shawn Gordon (exec producer) and Henning Pauly (score).
The prospect of going home again is worth getting up at 4:30 AM.
Since the past two days in LA did not start early, I had caught up on my sleep. Wednesday, however, I was scheduled for an hour-long interview at 7 AM with a Denver radio station, KHOW, to talk about my Thursday signing in Denver. Brian and I had train tickets to San Diego a couple of hours later, and the hotel desk warned us we might not have enough time to get to the train station. I called ahead, hoping to start the interview a few minutes earlier in order to give us a little more travel time.
It seems a long time since I’ve spent two nights in a row in the same bed. With two signings in the greater Los Angeles area (Pasadena and Huntington Beach), we stayed at a centrally located hotel in Beverly Hills as our base.
Ken picked us up again in the morning to spend the day driving around to bookstores. I was in the room trying to upload the previous blog and photos in a very, very slow internet connection (and the cell phone dropped calls several times…funny, I would have thought Beverly Hills to be Cell-Phone Central).
After yesterday’s overnight trip on the Amtrak from Portland down to San Francisco, I awoke surprisingly refreshed. I don’t usually sleep well on the train (with the jerking and lurching it’s like someone constantly shaking you awake). Brian and I each had cramped sleeper compartments (I think they’re called “cozy”) with a little table and a bench seat, and a private coffin-sized bathroom cubicle about half the size of an airplane toilet. But the train took us where we needed to go. We were pulling into Sacramento when I woke up, with rain sheeting the window.