Where there is drought, set up a book event for me and just wait. There will be incapacitating snow. January 7, 2017 was no exception but there were some intrepid folk who made it to the Porter Square Bookstore in Cambridge for my reading of SMASHIE MCPERTER AND THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING GOOP. It was all very jolly, even though people’s faces were somewhat creased with worry about how they were going to get home again. They also became creased with worry when I made them sing but they were tremendously good sports about it. I think that path was greased by the platefuls of cookies on offer. Anyway, we had a swell if snowy time! Here is a picture:
That is me, either reading or explaining to the people why I really wish I were a hair stylist. (Just trust me it is relevant to the plot of SMcPatMotMG. There is a lot of hair in that book.) Some days are just like that. The writing’s not going well and I am sad and I tell myself everything would be more super if I were only a hair stylist.* I could cut and comb and think thoughts and hear stories about people’s lives and everything would be terrific. But I probably couldn’t wear my cool boots with the high heels. There is a blemish on every rose, it seems.
Straight after that, I had another small brain procedure and everything went swimmingly! My doctor gained more points by saying a) my brain looked perfect and b) and he called me young again twice. My beloved sister came out to take care of me and she has been an angel in human form, doing all the work whilst I lounge in my suit of pajamas.**
And that brings us up to date! I will be doing lots of residencies and appearances in the coming weeks and months so please get out your snow gear and make sure your umbrellas are in good shape. FOR I COMETH WITH MY PRECIPITATION POWERS.
*I would love hear your fantasy professions—the alternative ones you dream of on bad days at work. Stick ‘em in the comments below!
** We have matching suits and they are black and make us feel like Zsa Zsa Gabor.