we soldier on
scrambling around like eggs in a pan


"All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go..."

By the time you read this, I should be in Newark, on my way to Memphis, where I will drown my technological sorrows in good company, good books, good food and good knitting. Maybe not all at once, mind, but there should be some goodness.

Oh, yeah, and I'll be reading at noon on Saturday. Freakin' out a little bit about this one. It's fortunate that I've written a book about being crazy. It really sets the bar low in terms of what people expect.

Also, because I keep thinking that I've posted this info then come to realize that I haven't -- if you are in Oneonta on Monday, Oct. 16, come to the Hunt Union at 7pm. I'll be doing a reading/signing/interpretive dance for all y'all's enjoyment.

Right. Onward. Newark. Wee.


Dunno if you'll get this while you're on the road, but mebbe the Featureless Saint can pass it on - don't forget to look up Tony Dunbar and John Egerton at the festival, and tell them you're a friend of Andy Lipscomb's son Adam. They're both Good Folks and good writers.

Aw, crap - just noticed the date. I was a few days late.

Sorry - I blame the fruity rum drinks I consumed last week.

Hope the festival went well.

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