Rick Riordan was not ironing clothes yesterday. He was traveling home from Book Expo America.
You know, I don't even care about banquets. Or a booksigning for that matter. I want to wander around. I imagine BEA as being like going to the fair except that instead of booths full of farm equipment and sand candles, there are booths full of books. In the afternoon, there's a clear, sunny sky overhead. When it gets dark, the midway lights up. And there's carny music.
It just sounds so wonderful.
Today while I was painting my dining room, I heard a report on the BEA on the radio. Cruel, cruel, cruel.
Thanks to Book Moot for rubbing it in with that Rick Riordan link.