Last night we were at Powell’s City of Books in Beaverton, OR, where we had one of the best author appearances we’ve ever done. The room was filled past capacity, the well-stocked shop sold out of everything that had our name on it (and could have used more), and we were there for almost an hour afterwards making sure that everybody got everything signed.
Several people also brought us gifts (which while appreciated, is not yet mandatory). One of which was the fellow who let us know that he had The Winslow tattooed upon his epidermis. No doubt good luck and joie de vivre will be his lot in life.
We also got to stop at Voodoo Donuts, which The Experiments appreciated, and I am sure that the impending sugar crash will make them easy to put to bed tonight.
Perhaps the most astonishing thing, in retrospect, was that we were wandering around Powell’s (http://www.powells.com/) and yet did not buy anything. I’m still kind of surprised about this myself. Not that there wasn’t Good Stuff in abundance, but lately, both Kaja and myself have decided that we have Too Much Stuff, and are determined to simplify our lives by clearing a bunch of it out. Thus, scooping up new books seems a bit self-defeating, especially when we can both point to large piles of unread books towering over our work spaces. We are looking forward to the challenge.