A little over a week into The Mirage book tour, it was nice to take a break from running around, come sit in the big comfy chair at Seattle Mystery Bookshop, put my feet up, and sip coffee for an hour and a half while the highly trained minions staff brought me books to sign.
Fran Fuller, who I already owe big time for writing me a love letter of a review, hatched a plot to send a copy of The Mirage to Rachel Maddow. If this actually gets me on Rachel’s show I’ll really be in Fran’s debt, and since I don’t have any firstborn children to sacrifice, I guess I’m going to have to figure out a way to plug the bookshop on the air. I’m thinking of an innocuous-looking black T-shirt that under stage lighting suddenly sports the words SEATTLE MYSTERY BOOKSHOP in blood-red letters (JB Dickey, who’s something of a fashion whiz, can probably help me with this).
Thanks again for a wonderful afternoon, guys!