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Updated appearances, plus a treat….

I’ve got a new signings, readings, and convention appearances coming up over the next few months. The ones I’m certain of are now all listed on the tour schedule part of the webpage.
If you’re ever wondering where I’m going to be rearing my ugly, beardy self, that’s the place to check.

I’ll be near or in Madison a couple of times, and over by Minneapolis this Friday. Well, okay, technically I’ll be in Hudson. But that’s practically spitting distance. You Minnesota folks have to admit that I’m meeting you more than halfway….

While it might seem that I’m saving all my love for people here in the Midwest. Let me reassure you: I love all my readers, no matter what their geographical disposition might be.

Why are most of the appearances in Wisconsin, then? Well, because those are the places that ask me to come visit. AND they’re the places I can make it to without spending more than a couple hours and couple bucks in gas. If your book club wants to pay my way to Texas so I can drink coffee and chat… That’s lovely. I’m on board. If your local convention wants to fly me out to talk on panels and sign some books. I’ll be there in a heartbeat. But so far the majority of my offers have been local….

And now, the treat. Those of you with a discerning eye for art might recognise the graphic stylings of this particular website. It’s done by Nathan Taylor, the guy who did the map in my book.

Anyway, I have it on good authority that if vote for his webcomic, you’ll see something that is, in fact, wicked cool…

If that alone cannot slake your terrible hunger for delicious fanarts, then you should vote for his other comic and see what’s there.

More later. Now? Sleep.

pat

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Minnneapolis makes me sick….

When I got a stomach flu before heading out to Minneapolis on the 21st of April, I was willing to pass it off as inconvenient coincidence. But after I headed out last weekend to do signings at Dreamhaven and Uncle Hugo’s, I came back with a nasty head cold.

That’s twice. When something happens twice in a row, I’m pretty sure it’s science.

Despite this, Minneapolis seems like a really nice place. Plenty of coffee shops and the streets are in a lovely grid pattern that makes them very easy to navigate. That’s something you can take for granted if you grow up in a city like Madison, which is built on an ismus, and doesn’t have 100 meters of straight road in the entire city limits.

I made it to both bookstores on time. I had fun chatting with folks, didn’t misspell any names, and the folks at Uncle Hugo’s gave me Pocky.

Because of this trip, people who would like to buy signed copies of the book online can get them from Dreamhaven. Not only will they let you pick which cover you want, but if you order from them before the 20th, you can get me to personalize it when I meet up with them again at Wiscon.

After two signings, a radio interview, and a business dinner with two cool grad students who are putting together a fantasy conference at the University, I was pretty shagged out. My publisher had generously offered to pay for a hotel room Saturday night. (Their exact quote was, “We don’t want to you die before you finish editing book two.”) However, I figured I would push on through and save them the money.

That’s when things started to get interesting. Around 1:30 in the morning, I missed my turn-off and drove 40 miles in the wrong direction. Then I try to navigate the back roads trying to fix my route without backtracking.

So of course I get pulled over by a cop because I’m going too fast for the back roads. But he’s actually really cool and lets me go without a ticket. What’s more, he tells me that there’s a bridge out ahead, and tells me a quicker way to get around it than the official detour.

So I drive the remaining 90 miles home on the back roads. I saw two skunks, a possum, and 23 deer. Seriously. 23. It was actually kind of fun because it gave me an excuse to honk the horn a lot. And honking your horn is kinda fun if you’re sleep deprived at three in the morning. Or if you never really grew up in the first place and just enjoy honking it. Or both.

So I call it a successful trip. Cop, but no ticket. Deer, but no wreck. Detour, but not by much. Pocky. Horn. And I got to meet cool people and talk about my book. It was pretty much the perfect day.

pat

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