Yes, I admit, I should have been blogging more during the tour. I am a lazy, lazy author. I should be punished. I should be flogged.
What a goddamn amazing time. The Junkies have been happy, charming, and every one of you that made it out is good looking beyond the ability of science to measure such things.
There have been many beverages consumed, many AWESOME SIGLERISM TATS, and — oh yea — many copies of NOCTURNAL sold. Check out Rebecca, getting my signature on her back so she can get it tatted up this very morning. Check out the Marie’s Children tat and the Wolfpack tat, and there were more.
The bookstores seemed happy, the Junkies were happy, and I was definitely happier than a pig in the mud. Thanks to everyone in San Francisco, Seattle, Portland, Los Angeles, San Diego, Phoenix, Dallas and Houston who came out. This is the kind of stuff writers dream about.
It may be the last tour ever (these things are really expensive, y’all), and if so, I am glad it went down in style.