I’m sitting in my hotel room in the Hilton Garden Inn, getting mentally geared up for book tour. Actually, there’s little “gearing up” to do, because I’m feeling so accustomed to the whole process. In some ways, going on book tour feels a bit like a vacation (crazy, huh?) because I don’t have to cook dinner, I get to watch TV in bed, and I can gorge on all the gossip magazines I pick up from the airport newsstands.
I love book tours.
I don’t like the travel anxieties and the airline snafus, but I love the whole idea of getting out of Maine and seeing the rest of the country. If it hadn’t been for book travel, I would never have seen Mobile AL or Little Rock, Arkansas or West Texas. I’m a sucker for small American towns. I’m a sucker for obscure regional foods. Get me out into the heartland, and I’ll find something to love, even if the only thing the town seems to offer is a diner and a gas station.
This tour, I’m not visiting any really small towns, but I’ll be looking for local culinary quirks to sample. A chef’s daughter is always on the lookout for something she’s never tasted before.
Tomorrow, I’ll be in Nashville. Hope to see some of you there! (And I’m bringing my shrunken head.)