I have been on a journey.It started in Chicago, where I signed some books and did a workshop at the Printers Row Literary Festival. It was great fun. I rolled into the station and asked a stranger to recommend a hotel. They did so - glad I listened. They chose well. Everyone made me very welcome. After this I went to Detroit, racking up my Amtrak points on the way, to stay with my cousin one night, then my aunt and uncle the next. Then flew to Amsterdam, then Edinburgh. I was a judge, for UNICEF's childrens' short story telling competition. I judged the entries from Africa. They were brilliant! Loved it. I attended a day in Glasgow where children, in the U.K., who had entered had tea with the judges and attended workshops, including one given by me. They were very attentive participants. Then I looked at the cover of my new book....that's another journey. Returned to my apartment in the U.S. and killed an innocent victim. It was a hairy earwig with about a thousand legs (seemed like it anyway). I felt bad but..... it was sitting on my toilet seat. There are limits. My weapon of choice was a copy of Red Herrings. The official magazine of the Crime Writers Association of the U.K. I keep a pile of them next to the toilet for this very purpose.
