6am here at the gate in West Palm Beach. I think it’s 7pm in Taiwan. It’ll take 25 hours to get there. And then I can watch the Super Bowl over breakfast, or something like that.
Really looking forward to this book fair. I was shocked when my publisher in Taiwan suggested I fly out. It turns out that — per capita — I’m probably better known in Taiwan than anywhere else. The translator is said to have done a masterful job with WOOL, turning it into a work of real literature, which means it’s probably not even about people living underground anymore. But hey, I don’t care if it’s about sheep! Just thrilled for the opportunity.
What am I looking forward to the most? Walking up 101 flights of stairs in one of the world’s tallest buildings. Yes, I’m going to suffer as my characters did. What elevator?
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