I got over to the big city last week. Yup, a bookstore signing in Seattle. When you’ve been on the rural side of the mountains and drive into Seattle, it is strange how, um, big the place looks. All that concrete, oh my. But it also has a marvelous cadre of sf/f writers and readers, one of the main reasons I go back.
Duane Wilkins hosted Louise Marley (
), Alma Alexander, and myself at the University Book Store, and we read from our new books, ate Louise’s brownies, and signed a bunch of books. The place was filled, so we were happy, and I’m pretty sure Duane was happy. Got to keep Duane happy. What would the Seattle SF scene be without him? He must never leave the U. Book Store. I hope they’re paying him heaps of money; but, if not, remember to make him brownies when you have a signing.
Last Seattle comment: Needed a new pair of shoes. Went to a big Nordstrom’s. There were, like, a million kinds of shoes: strappy, clunky, leather, rope, suede, sequined, flat, heeled, pointy, and trimmed in alligator. It was very cool, and also a bit horrifying. Similar to the bizarre hyper menus for ordering espresso. Is there no end to the parade of merchandise and the assault on the mind (not to mention pocket book) of all that Stuff?
But you should see my EXcellent heels trimmed in faux lizard!