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Into the Unknown

Well, I'm packing for Book Expo America, and I leave on Wednesday, driving from Healdsburg to L.A., and of course, my room reservation (which I prudently made in March) for an nonsmoking queen room for $89 within spitting distance of the Staples Center, where the BEA is to be held, has now become a $150 smoking queen room (same Comfort Inn, same confirmation number), and of course, there is nothing left in town, with an estimated crowd of 35,000 or so descending on the City of Angels for the duration of the book fair. Well, I didn't have time to swim in the pool or sweat in the gym anyway. I've got to say though, L.A. is not my favorite place to spend my hard-earned cash, but what can you do? If I'm gonna play with the big boys, I have to show up at BEA, which is the second largest book fair in the world. Sheesh!

Wish me luck. I'm going to be signing books there on Saturday from 11-12, so if you find yourself there, look me up. Otherwise, I'll give you the rundown when I return.