I arrived in Arizona last night with my wife. For the next
two days, we’ll be staying with friends in their home surrounded by a stunning
desert landscape. There are very few landscapes prettier than the Sonoran
desert in the spring. I’ve been all over the world, and except for the dunes of
Namibia, I believe the Arizona desert is the most beautiful in the world.
From here, we will drive down to Tucson for the Tucson Festival of Books. I’m a panelist in three sessions:
Amazon for Authors, What to Expect With Self-Publishing, and Genre Writing.
There will be a lot of great authors at the event and the festival ought to be fun. If you love books, there is no better place to be this weekend.
After the festival, we go to San Diego for two weeks of
thawing out. There was little snow in Nebraska this year, but I could answer my wife’s question
about the temperature with the fingers of a single hand. We have quests and
family visiting us, but I should have plenty of time to catch a few waves.
Before returning home to Omaha, we’ll fly to New York City
for 10 ten days to see our other grandchildren. My wife said something about
shopping, but I’m sure I can bribe the grandkids to distract her.
When we get home after a month, our new house will be
waiting. We’ll have more boxes to unpack, pictures to hang, paraphernalia to buy,
and lots of handyman tasks. Maybe we’ll stay away longer, in hope that things
will just sort themselves out. Fat chance.
