I always love the brief jaunt up here from LA. This time there was no rain, and Mariners won, so quite a cheerful city. I'm signing The Crime Writer - about a crime writer who wakes up in a mess that seems torn from one of his own potboilers. Hospital room, scar on his head, his ex-fiance's blood under his nails. And no memory.
Not your average Monday.
As always, I enjoyed catching up with everyone at the Seattle Mystery Bookshop. I'm on the city-a-day leg of the tour, which has been pretty fun, and I've also managed to sneak in a few diversions (baseball, bourbon, The Simpsons Movie). Hope to see some of you along the way.