I wonder…
What’s a book tour like if you DON’T have small children?
Recently I took a trip to Maryland and Pennsylvania. To do an SCBWI Conference, and the Baltimore Book Festival. Of course, we stopped at all the usual author haunts.
The candy store/ farmer’s market, to buy pumpkins and apples and lots of revolting gummi crap.
My mom’s house, for free babysitting (and wagon rides).
My dad’s house, for shofar blowing.
Some rusted old truck in rural PA, for some much needed climbing about.
And Scittino’s. Home of “noondles and neatballs”. Not to mention the best pizza on earth.
Yeah, a fancy shmancy book tour can really go to your head.