Saturday I had a book signing out in the wilds of Western Michigan. Specifically, in Kalamazoo.
So, Tim and I packed up Sweet Pea and headed out. Sweet Pea's great in the car and slept most of the way. We met up with a pair of old friends and the mall for lunch, and then I settled in at my table at the bookstore. It went pretty well. I sold three or four books, had some interesting conversations, one with a couple of teenage girls, one with the brother of another old friend who happened by. Then there was the guy who might have been homeless, who insisted his great-grandfather was Sir Walter Scott. Could have been.
For the quiet interim, I had a bunch of stories to read. I'm a judge in a Youth Short Story contest for the Ann Arbor book fair. Gotta say, I'm impressed. There's some quality work here, and some hard subjects being tackled. And so the time passed pleasantly until it was time to go.