Tucson Festival of Books and After...

So I went to the Tucson Festival of Books training. I will be an author escort. In all honesty, as I will shortly explain to you, there is not much need of me, nor any of the other volunteers for this task, but I suppose someone may need a leash and an owner to walk them to and from their assigned pissing holes.

Ok, that was mean, but come now, tell me that an author cannot find his or her way around a college campus just fine. I showed up 17 minutes early, and the wind was already picking up sticks and dead palm leaves and depositing them everywhere along the streets and sidewalks. I was thankful to have worn my thicker jacket, a rare occurrence in March in Tucson, and I bought a hot tea which kept me going for the duration of the walk-through. I was exhausted because I chose to wake up and 3:00 and not return to bed.

At first I watched the people and judged them shamelessly in my head. A whole bunch of crackpots! I couldn't believe I was there with the high-waisted jean moms and grandparents, the kids I didn't imagine could be interested in a whole bunch of author hooplah. My stomach was gurgling a bit from eating one too many stalks of lettuce the day before. They're just so good!!

I judged women's bodies, watched the way they interacted with one another, and tried to stay away from people. I saw a really tall girl with a big bum in front of me and it turned out to be Carol. Carol from Shakespeare in the Park, with a semi-moustache, deep voice, and beautiful silky hair that represented her mastery of the art of being comfortable with herself. Funnily enough I saw her again after I had left. Where? Bookman's. We both must've had the same idea. Go to Festival of Books training, go get another book to read. Although I was returning my books, but same difference.

Right now Megan and Erin are moving Erin's things into Erin's new apartment, Megan with her driving force, Erin with her sad eyes. I don't know what I'm going to do to be honest. I was so excited to maybe have the apartment to myself, seeing as I'm absolutely exhausted even though I've had espresso and tea galore today already and it's only 1:15.

Guess I'll have to let that go for a bit.

Anyways, so I watched as the guy with blue eyes, sandy hair, and a shirt that said, "Does it look like I care?" walked around with my group. I couldn't help myself! I judged! Then, I left and went back to my car, heading off to Cartel. I saw Jonathan Louie and didn't go back to talk with him...(what would I have said?)...drank my shot and sat across from a man who looked like John Gilbert with his tanned, wrinkled face and his thick-rimmed business glasses. (Which reminds me that I'm not sure of what I'll do about that. I need to become clear.) SeanLoui walked in and we high-fived. I felt fine about it, a little awkward and strange, he stopped to talk with me about my book for five seconds, I felt boring, and I kind of wanted to hear about his band's trip but didn't have enough energy so I let him walk to the back. After awhile I got up and left to go to Trader Joe's and get more lettuce and veggies.

Ryan should be getting home soon. I wonder how he'll feel about having Megan moving in...I hope that I can be more welcoming than I feel, even though it's not up to me to make her life any different from what it already is. My defenses are immediately shot up, and I'm not sure how it'll feel as she makes herself at home. Now I feel bad for coming into Erin and Ryan's life so abruptly. I pray to Jesus that it balances out. I feel as if it's going to capsize the boat so to speak, but I know it's going to be fine if I just let it roll, not worry about the storm, and just focus on Jesus.