I am sitting at my desk, still on a buzz from an excellent lunch at a friend’s house. It is late on Saturday afternoon and I am leaving in the morning. I am looking at the one and only copy of my book I have seen so far, and thinking of the many more I’m going to handle over the next two weeks. I have bought a permanent marker but still have no idea what one is supposed to write when one signs a copy of one’s book.
I am reading through the hour-by-hour schedule my publicist has put together for me, wondering if it will leave enough time for a bagel now and then, checking out the hotels and whether or not they are equipped with a pool. I am thinking of my unpacked suitcase and my unpacked plane lunch, and I am feeling like I’ve just boarded a ride at an amusement park.
The security bar is being lowered in front of me, a family of butterflies is taking up residence in my stomach, there is no turning back. Here we go!
So. I’m sure you’ve seen the list of booktour events by now, so that’s that. I will try to blog from the road — if only to show you the bagels and the pools, so keep an eye on the moblog –, but something tells me it may be a challenge to find the time, and this is why I am leaving you in the company of this delectable religieuse au caramel, bought from Claire Damon’s pastry shop, Des Gâteaux et du Pain (63 bd Pasteur in the 15th; 01 45 38 94 16).