Warning: Some Violence and Much Strong Language.HE WROTE: Packing, da Blog, April
I just emailed Jenny and said perhaps I need to think about, like, packing. Nah. I tend to leave that stuff to the last minute. Unlike when we would be in isolation for a mission. Isolation was when they locked us up in a secure compound to plan. Then we would spend many hour packing and re-packing our gear. Considering you were carrying everything, you put considerable thought into what to pack. Things like plastic spoons deserved a lot of speculation. After all you really only needed one.
Food or bullets? Bullets, of course.
So the previous posts might have been like, TMI. But that's Jenny. Give her a direction and by golly, don't get in her way. Actually, it's really good information for writers. I was thinking about the last post where someone asked about book marks and what they can do to promote their first book which sold for not much money and my answer about looking to the future and really wish I had known then what I know now.
I did my taxes this past week because I won't have time given the tour starts Monday. Interestingly I get back here on the 15th for two days off before starting back up on the 17th with a signing on the 17th in Savannah.
We did 18,280 words in the blog in January. The backed off to 11,123 in February. Back then exploded with 21,487 in March (a lot of that might be accounted for yesterday with the Pro stuff, but still). So we have a total of over 60k. Geez. If only we wrote books like that. Well, I used to.
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What do you mean: Food or bullets? Bullets, of course.
That completely goes against The Godfather. I thought it was: Leave the gun, take the canolli.
And I thought The Godfather was the source of all male wisdom. Have I been led so far astray?
Yes, but the new way is better isn't it Bawb? You're enjoying the journey as well as the destination, right?
I think that Heather raises an interesting point. Maybe it depend on the type of food? So, always bullets or could chocolate-covered cherries trump them? Assuming you ever ate?
And why more spoons? Surely you could wash them or is this an Alias-type spork issue about removing eyeballs with them and then (one would hope) you wouldn't want to use the same spoon to eat your luxury-full-of-good-fat-so-actually-tastes-good yoghurt (don't know American brands, so can't provide an example - sorry)?
Okay, so now I realllly have a complex. I posted this morning to this blog and now it's gone. Vanished, kaput. And there was someone else who posted, too. And they were both clean posts,honest.
Very sweet and nice, stuff about licking spoons clean and slipping them in your back pocket, can't remember what else. Hey, it was early and I'd only had a half a cuppa joe. (grin)
The order of the blog entries changed too. I think Bob did something sneaky, sorry, covert.
And now it's made me anonymous!
You know I have been thinking about the whole packing thing. Even more than food, schlepping clothes around for a book tour sounds like a pain, except that the same people don't see you everyday, except that if you tend to drop things on your blouse/shirt, then you need lots of spares... maybe that is why Bawb decided not to eat on the tour.
The other things I have been wondering about is how Jenny gets such great clothes. I saw her in San Diego and Jenny and the cherries even had a chat about brown being the new black, and there Jenny sat in this great suit (brown) with turquoise accents, VERY fashionable, and I am thinking -- when does this woman have time to shop?? Maybe she has been out covert shopping?? Maybe she has a special shopping assistant?
Yeah, Bob, you looked good too.
Even I am getting sort of nervous about this tour. Good thing you are leaving me behind, but the message is YOU ARE GREAT and will have a very successful tour.
Heather, I don't think Bob's philosophy on life really coincides with Tom Hanks' circa You've Got Mail. :D But where would water fall in this?
Re clothing - this is why wrap dresses are so fabulous. They drip dry if you do spill something on them and have to wash it, are at their best if you have curves (especially if the twins are looking good, which we are assured they are) and if you wear different accessories, the unobservant won't notice that it's the same thing that you wore two readings ago and the observant will praise how well you pack and accessorise.
Of course, Bawb has it easy - black trousers, black jacket, gosh, black shirt as well probably. So, apart from looking a little bit like a fascisti (assuming anyone's old enough in the audience to understand the reference), he's sorted. Particularly as there will be no food spills on Bawb, as he's fasting through out the entire tour.
Anyway, I don't live in the US so I won't be able to get to a store to see you both read (unless you decide to extend the tour to London?) so will you post some pictures of the highlights? Ta.
Never thought I'd say it, but poor Bob. Don't think he did anything to the blog, but if there was a revision to the first posting (comments and all) it may have made the first one go away.
The Walden Books/Borders in my area had DLD out today. Guess they didn't read the little 'do not display until 4/4/06' notice that accompanied the title.
What happened to Bob's last post about movie choices and sunken boats? It was there one moment and then, pouff, it was gone.
Sounds like the evil Blog fairy has struck again...
YAY! I'm so happy that we are officially the cherry bombs! It still gives me a little thrill to see those words on your blog.
Forget the bullets, we all love you, no snipers. We promise.
Have a great trip. Drink lots of water. Eat good food, it makes you happier. Listen to music that makes you wannna dance...we'll be cheering for you both!
"Well, I used to."
Ooh, OOH! Fighting words!!
What the hell am I excited about? I want to know what happened to the sunken boats, not frex over word count.
Just remember, you can never have too much ammo or too many limes. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
About that packing ... I traveled to Mexico once with a group on a bus trip. One of the guys packed for two weeks in a brown paper bag.
Take a suitcase.
(-: Men are so lucky. A toothbrush and a change of underwear, and they can buy the rest when they get there.
Me, I need a suitcase for a weekend. And I wish airlines counted steamer trunks the same as regular baggage. But noooooo, anything over 70 pounds and they start slapping excess charges on.
OTOH, once I have that basic weekend packed, I need very little more to extend the stay to two weeks. Heck, I could go for the weekend and stay for the month, probably. Houseparty, anyone? I've packed props for the impromptu theatrical -- let me just ring my lady's maid.
Eeeeuwwww! A brown paper bag? Well let's just hope it wasn't a lunch bag size but something bigger like one of those grocery bags with handles.
I know what happened to the prior blog. Today was April fools day and also the month of Easter. Bob was playing Easter Bunny and April Fool. He hid it and now we're supposed to find it. No?
My dad once showed up at the airport with a brown paper bag instead of a suitcase. My mom and I pretended we did not know him.
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