I’m going on the road again in the fall and not in the Northwest this time. For the past three years, I’ve just tooled around the immediate area. Had fun, of course. I still like going out and meeting readers and talking about books. I still seek out actively the thrill of the chase – i.e., meeting someone who tells me they don’t read fantasy so I can tell them why, in fact, they do and then persuade them to try reading me. I love that challenge. My proudest moments have to do with making improbable sales. Anyway, I am going east to DragonCon over Labor Day weekend and then up the coast to New England. I don’t have the schedule yet, but some sort of itinerary will start to flesh itself out fairly soon. It will be up on the website by July. I’m kind of excited about it. Truth is, I miss it. And I don’t. Travel these days is hard, and traveling every day is a nightmare. I’ve taken to renting cars and just visiting surrounding areas instead of trying to hit major cities and relying on flight to get me there. But I think I’m nearing the end of all that. I can see now that my time is better spent writing. I like being at home and hanging out. I don’t want to go out for three and four weeks anymore, and I don’t think I will again. I am starting to sound like Bilbo Baggins at the end of things. Scary. Really, even after all these years, I am still more like Peter Pan.