We're less than a week from the release of Skipping Stones at the Center of the Earth. Today, I rode my bike to Wild Rumpus, the children's bookstores with the cats, chickens, and scorpions. I worked there my first year out of college, and it's a special place to me. Seeing Dizzy Fantastic and Her Flying Bicycle on their shelves this afternoon . . . well, that was something. I dropped off bookmarks for any interested customers.
Anyway, on my ride, I get caught on one-way paths around Lake Calhoun and Lake of the Isles. I finally figured out how the network of paths works, though, and now it seems appropriate that I had this experience while promoting the first novel I ever wrote (though it's the second one published). When I wrote Skipping Stones, I was still figuring out how to tell a big, long, wending story. But I did figure it out, and I wrote a book I'm awfully proud of. I'm proud I found my way around Minneapolis today, too. If you know me and my at times clueless sense of direction, you'd be proud, too.
One week, all!