Oh my lord. I did a truly amazing reading at Third Place Books in Seattle last night. It was not me that was amazing - I seem to be in the Rambling Stage of the writer's learning curve. It was everybody else. First of all there was Meagan (am I spelling that right?) who organized the reading and is fantabulous. Then there was the store manager, whose name I've shamefully forgotten, who made Roquefort turnovers (his roquefort, too, yearned for freedom), and potato cheese sticks and potage parmentier. And then there was the store itself, which just blows my mind. And mostly there were the people who came to see me, lots of incredibly friendly Seattle-style people, among them both Shazzer and... wait for it... the legendary Grammy! It was a very emotional meeting. She's just as inspirational in person as she was to all of us on the blog during the project. We're in negotiations to get me adopted as granddaughter.

A fine time was had by all, and I hope soon to have pictures from the event to post. In the meantime, here I am in Portland, a town I'm also loving. I'm wondering if I'm loving all these towns because I'm being driven around my totally cool professional escorts and put up in totally groovy hotels and introduced to people who are being paid to tell me I'm a genius? I wonder.....