There I am, my little head, in their window! Hattie took about 6,000 pictures of this window. I am in many of them, off to the side in shadow, like the madwoman in the attic.
We had a modest but enthusiastic crowd of book/poetry/puppet lovers. One mother came with her daughter, a recent college grad, and after I signed a copy of my novel for them, the mom whispered, "I just bought her Cinnamon Toast Crunch yesterday."
A young blonde woman asked if I'd been to an MFA program (No) and if she should go to one (Only if they pay you).
Here's me, poised between thriller and fiction, JUST LIKE IN REAL LIFE.
Then Hattie and I went to eat cheese, I mean dinner, and our waitress's name was JOCELYN*. This will be extremely significant if you've read the novel.
Thanks for the great night, Milwaukee!
*Truth be told, she spelled it JOZLYNNE, but I didn't know that til we got the check. The rest of the time, I thought it was Jocelyn.