2003-11-10 - 9:43 a.m.

De Agony of de Feet...

Well, I missed my goal for the first time this month yesterday, but I can't feel too badly about it. It was not as if I was goofing off or anything... when I got home from the Texas Book Festival after a saleless day, I sat down to be with Newell for a few minutes and wound up sleeping on the living room floor all evening. When I am that tired, I couldn't have written anything decent anyway. (I know, it doesn't HAVE to be decent, but really!)

I am not sure if I will go back to TBF next year. Not without a better gimmick. 4 books in 2 days doesn't begin to pay for the event. And I DEFINITELY won't go back if I can't figure out some footwear that 1) goes with my "working clothes" and 2) can stand up to asphalt for 8 to 10 hours. Them streets ARE mean!

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