The life of an author is oh-so-glamorous
Posted by Meg Tilly
There was a little problem with the Internet Service because of the brick walls in this old hotel. Some people have it, and some people (Byran and me) don’t. No problem, I have found a section of the corridor where the Internet signal comes through, so I snagged a passer by and had her take a picture so you could see how clever and resourceful I am.
At present David and I are hunkered down in Scoot Cafe. There is a sign on the women’s bathroom that says “Women and Cross Dressers ONLY, Men go down the hall.” I ate as much as I could of a salad that had so much garlic that my hair is still standing straight up in the air. I am breathing fire! So, anyone who is planning to come to the reading tonight, don’t stand too close to my flame-throwing breath. I don’t think tic-tacs are going to do the trick.
