why book tours are weird.

In a couple of hours I have an interview with a bat. Or a man named Bat. Or a bat posing as a man. The point is, I’m supposed to look like a real writer, one who knows what she’s doing, and can talk about it extensively and entertainingly enough that someone would want to click a button and listen for an hour.

So the real question is: what do I wear?

Answer: my green “Reading is Sexy” t-shirt. Blue hoodie. White flouncy skirt. Jill Soloway shoes.

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