Red Room Where the Writers Are

I'm full of questions today.

I'm still going through with my reading on the sidewalk in front of the recently closed Cody's Books in Berkeley tonight.

I had a little bit of a motivational kick in the pants yesterday evening... stopped into Book Endsin Winchester... it's my local, as it were, if we were talking about it in terms of a pub, a pub in which there's a strong focus on children's books. And no alcohol on tap (hey, they banned smoking in pubs in Ireland, it was nearly the same as banning drink, as far as some were concerned).

I think I'm through with author book signings and readings at bookstores. The idea sounds great, but the reality is somewhere between depressing and horrifying.

Despite the title of this entry, it has nothing whatsoever to do with politics. It does, however, have everything to do with books.