I saw many women in the airport wearing stilettos. This, I cannot understand. But, whatever. If Tina Turner can dance across a stage in four inch heels, then surely some chicks can speed-walk to their gates without any pain whatsoever. Or not enough pain to stop, anyway. I love my heels, and I adore short skirts when I’m wearing those heels, but there are times when you just need to put your feet in a happy place. My feet are in bed at the moment, which means they are very, very, happy. As is the rest of me. I’m glad to be home. Lucky was happy to see me, and so was Daisy. Even the cats have been uncharacteristically clingy—or maybe I just smell like a bag of rodents. Anything’s possible after you’ve been on an airplane.
I forgot to mention yesterday just how lovely everyone was at the signing. I thank you all for stopping by, and if any of you have pictures, feel free to send them my way
(email@example.com). If you do, though, please send me the original size. I’ll add it to my photo album.
One more interview about DARK WOLVERINE, this time from Wizard Magazine. Tomorrow, I start finishing up THE FIRE KING.