I’m the round-headed farmer-looking doofus.
Let us give proper credit to the photographer: This guy.
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I’m the round-headed farmer-looking doofus.
Let us give proper credit to the photographer: This guy.
IF YOU ARE COMING TO ELLIOTT BAY BOOKS IN SEATTLE: We had the wrong address on the website…it’s actually 101 South Main Street.
IF YOU PLAN TO SEE MIKE IN PORTLAND: The Live Wire! series held at the Alladin Theater in Portland has been placed on hiatus. As a result, I will not be appearing at the May 15 event as previously scheduled. There may be a substitute event…if so we will provide information as soon as we have it.
PLEASE NOTE: The reading, discussion and signing at Powell’s Bookstore, 7:30 p.m., Thursday May 14 is STILL ON. Chicken stories galore!
You will not hear me complain about book tour. What a privilege to ram around the country meeting folks who not only read books, they read my books. As a guy who never set out to write, let alone write a book, book tour is a fine flabbergasting blessing.
If there is a down side (not really a down side, just a not-so-obvious side) to book tour, it’s that you’re moving pretty much constantly, and even in between the publicized events you’re stopping at bookstores all over the place to “sign stock” (autographing books so they’ll put a “signed by author” or “autographed copy” sticker on the cover in hopes of snagging someone’s eye) (ouch), or trying to find the local public radio station studios, or washing your socks (carry-on wardrobe doesn’t go far over 26 days!), or returning rental cars, or catching early morning flights, and as a result of just the general day-to-day, there is rarely very much time to sight-see or visit friends.
When it does happen, it is a rare blessing. In Minnesota I had a two-minute hello with some friends who hosted my family during a literary festival a while back. In Boulder I was able to catch up with an EMT pal — we visited while I signed the last of the bookstore’s stock. Same thing in Highlands Ranch, where I visited with the father of my given daughter (sounds weird, but it’s not…I’ve explained it in Truck and Coop) for fifteen wonderful minutes before driving off in the rain. On my first night in Seattle the schedule allowed me to grab Pho with a friend.
And on two recent occasions I had the most wonderful opportunity of all: a chance to talk shop. (more…)
I have lost track if the number of emails I have received from readers who have gone in search of Truck: A Love Story at their local bookstore or library and eventually found it filed in the Automotive section between (as one reader put it) “the Chilton manuals and Peterson catalogs and coffee table books with pictures of great muscle cars of the 60s.” This is a teeth-grinding problem*, and both my publisher and I are painfully aware of it. The problem arose way back before the book came out, when the Library of Congress assigned it a primary classification of “Automotive Repair.”
Now then. Anyone who has actually read Truck knows that when it comes to automotive matters I am a one-man Three Stooges act. (more…)
As I recently Twittered, last night before I spoke at the Seattle Public Library (Ballard Branch) Ellen the librarian let me wait in a glass cupola atop the very funky library building. I took a cell phone shot from inside the capsule and behold the rooftop prairie:
As one Twitter(er) said, looks like a fine spot for a chicken coop.
Signed books from the event are currently available at this bookstore, and I’m not just saying that because the owner’s last name is Perry.
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