So this week was/continues to be a whopper, starting off with a packed reading at Brooklyn's Greenlight Books, which was a semi-sloshy hoot with my publisher providing home-made hurricanes and Zapp's potato chips. Erin Fitzgerald trekked out to provide moral support and logistics, but I was reading on my own, no matter what this chalk and slate promised:
I stayed on the 19th floor of a Holiday Inn in Times Square. Check out the enchanting view:
Then last night was another jam-packed event at One More Page Books & More, a shop that sells books, wine & chocolate. Most of the people at the event were folks I know, but that didn't stop them from buying bags full of stuff. Here's what happened when I asked how many of them were at the store for the first time. The manager was pleased:
After tonight, nothing booked until December 13. I'm really okay with that.