The rain in upstate New York is torrential, and I wouldn’t blame anyone for staying home instead of coming to my reading tonight. However many people show up, we will have fun. I loved taking the train yesterday, comfortable, with less of the intense scrutiny and discomfort of contemporary airline travel. Got some sales figures and the novel just about made the New York Times Bestseller List, but not quite. Still, very good sales and maybe we can keep it going. My agent thinks there’s a good chance to hit the list, but I’ll keep you posted, either way.

Bestseller lists are not especially important to me, especially since so many strange books – political rants, mystical texts – get on their these days and sell tons. But they are important to the publishing industry, and they effect contracts and book marketing. They also don’t count e-books, which makes them increasingly unreliable barometers.

Packing, scrambling, running around. I have great local bank, Glens Falls National, and the bank manager and tellers actually know you and say hi when you come in. I love living in the country. Got to figure out what to wear to the reading tonight: chinos or jeans ): Got to pick up Izzy from the Muddy Paws (I love that name.)