All the evidence before me suggests that I am in Seattle. When the plane landed, the signs said Seattle International Airport. The fabulous store where I just signed books is called the Seattle Mystery Bookshop. So, assembling these clues, I have concluded I am in Seattle. Little wonder that I write crime fiction. I don't miss the clues.
But when you are on a book tour, you do start to lose track of where you are or what day it is. The toughest part, when you are in a different hotel every night, is when you wake up at 3 a.m. and have to hit the bathroom. (This does not happen to male crime writers in their twenties.) You have stop and think. Is the bathroom to the left? To the right? Down the hall?
Middle of the night problems aside, this has been a great tour for my new book Trust Your Eyes. And it has been great to finally come to Seattle, and to get to such a great crime bookshop. I hope I get back here again soon.