events

My last event there was last night. Good time. Read a new story. Well, read a few new stories, actually. Can’t seem to stop writing new stories.

Starts in the hotel bar before the ceremony, with great friends (all of us finalists, even): So many photos/selfies from the reception after the ceremony, too, but . . . who knows where they all are. Not me. Anyway, next day was some three hours of signing: And the panel, which had . . .

It’s very much worth checking out. As in its monstrous, huge, ginormous—five halls of stuff, as opposed to the single hall most American cons seem to take place in. Fun place to get lost in. And, fun crowd to try to navigate to your panel / interview / whatever, when you’re a “leave forty-five seconds

Back in 2020, I was supposed to have been here for Good Indians, but . . . you know: all the conventions were canceled. Thrilled to finally be here. It’s a very well-run con. Can’t imagine I’m not back at some point. Thanks to Third Place Books for selling the books, and running the signing

Writing The Fast Red Road, I listened to that Marty Robbins song on a loop for ten months. So, always feels cool to BE there. Was cool again this time, for Texas Book Festival. I’m the worst at taking pics—at remembering to take pics (but, I’m also pretty uninterested in the “taking” part—but, luckily, Becky

Was a great time, going up and down the West Coast—and as far east as Idaho, Utah—signing stacks and stacks of books, talking to readers, eating at Chipotles I haven’t eaten at before. Here’s probably my favorite pic from the whole tour, thanks to @paperbackbish, who made a couple of these stops. This one’s San

Always great, hanging with Tananarive:

Great time. Got to talk to Scott Turow a bit the night before—and right after having finished Presumed Guilty! Got to hang at the Jefferson Building (I think?) with Paul Tremblay and Agustina Bazterrica: Whatever building or place it was, it was right across from this: I thought that was the White House, but my