I'm in Yuma, AZ, on my way to San Diego, where I'll present a writing workshop tonight at the Mysterious Galaxy Bookstore. Since Sedona to San Diego is such a long jaunt, I decided to break up the trip with a night in Yuma. However, the state of Arizona is intent on destroying every state highway, and making them impossible to navigate -- in Sedona they're putting in roundabouts that everyone hates; here it's medians that prevent turns almost everywhere. Last night it took me a half-hour to find my motel, and especially, to find a way into its parking lot. It was so crazy, I skipped dinner rather than go out again. It never hurts me to skip a mean, and besides, I made up for it this morning, so don't feel sorry for me.
But all this is on my own dime, of course. I do think it helps sell books, to some degree at least. At least it gets them into some stores, and creates some buzz, though I don't exaggerate how much it helps. But I sure envy those authors who have escorts, who have someone driving them, rather than having to navigate insane obstacle courses themselves, and especially, who have someone else paying for it.
This is really a crazy business. Sometime I feel nuts to be doing it. Am I the only one?