I am HUGELY bitter that I forgot my little video making guy. I meant to make a Seattle film and show you men throwing fish and the glorious flower mart and take you up to the top of the needle to play a fun game of Will This Revolving Restaurant Irk My Hypersensitive Inner Ear and Make Me Projectile Vomit? and introduce you to the AWESOME other authors on the panel.
I also wanted to show you two of my favorite Seattle Bookstores, Seattle Mystery Bookshop where our own Best Beloved Fran from comments hangs out and handsells like a mad woman of legend and Liberty Bay Books where I recently discovered a delightful redhead named Darcy has been quietly handselling my work since book one.
But alas, I SUCK. The Flip Phone sat on the passenger in my car at the Atlanta airport, perfectly visible and hoping to be stolen, completely unflippable from the-way-out-wests where I was. I am now IN LOVE with Seattle, it is so GRAY and COOL and lovely there—look, this is a picture I took from the Ferry Boat, heading over to the island, and all those dark green trees rising up from the mists….lovely.
I hope I get to go back soon. If so, I will make the film THEN. In lieu of a video, here is the rest of what I could get with the somewhat unspectacular camera that resides inside DJ Cracky B (My Blackberry. Yes. He has a name. And yes, he has a gender. And no, I never yet met a technology I couldn’t anthropomorphize, why do you ask?)
If you want sexy, scandalous peeks behind the scenes and top notch writing, Josie Brown is yer girl. She’s MY girl, too. She and her husband kinda adopted me.
A debut novelist named Tatjana Soli whose elegant prose and visceral scenes of war blew me away when she read.
Me, with no link, because…well. You are here already, aren’t you.
Jane Smiley an undeniably brilliant woman I have long admired and read…I geeked out and had trouble speaking articulately every time she looked at me. Like, said four of the dumbest things I ever said in my life. Out loud. She was kind and quite fun, though. Why am I SUCH a hopeless fangrrrrl? I got her new release, Private Lives, while I was there.
The truly lovely Eileen Goudge, who ALSO is a world class baker—-when she isn’t penning NYT bestselling novels. I have to get my hands on her cookbook.
And finally: This is The Sanitary Public Market.
The Crusty, Infected Public Market is next door, but I didn’t think you wanted to see THAT.