by Lisa Lutz
I've been on the road eleven days now for my first book tour. I've driven from Seattle down to San Diego. I've slept in four different motels and my mother's house. I've done five readings, two podcast interviews, one live interview, and one taped radio interview and, honestly, I have absolutely NOTHING to blog about.
This is basically what's going on in my head day to day: Where do I have to be tomorrow? Where's my toothpaste? Oops I forgot to bring contact lenses. Re-tape that rubber thing that's hanging off my car. I should really check the tire pressure one of these days. Why is water so hard to come by in motels?
Next week I'll have almost six days in the exact same place