Because of the nature of Amber’s work*, it behooves us to take our vacation time in the dead of summer. And with my birthday** right around the summer solstice, it always feels like some massive celebration (on her part) of my growing older. And so we depart tomorrow for two weeks of seeing parts of the U.S. that we haven’t seen before.
For me, it’ll mean writing in airplanes and in hotels, so it’s kinda like book tour but without the bookstores. I hope to keep up with my email, but there’s a chance things will fall through the crack. Someone once told me that vacation is when you work twice as hard before and after an event just to stress about the fact that you’re not doing anything for a brief period between. Yeah, that’s how it usually works for me.
Non-DUST signed book orders are going out today, so you should see those trickling in while I’m gone. Stay cool out there. And if you have a hit out on you in the South Florida area, enjoy two weeks of not looking over your shoulder.
*Contract killers typically take the summer off, as it really gets to be too muggy to enjoy an execution, and breathable bulletproof vests are never as breathable as advertised.
**Incidentally shared by both Joss Whedon and Alan Turing, making it by far the coolest day of the year on which to be born.