See: Wandering Star, Born Under

As you read this I am barreling down I-90 with the Against the Day audiobook and a car full of art, hitting the road to promote In the Cities of Coin and Spice. I’ve spent most of the last two years doing the traveling writer rag, and it’s a peculiar half-Bedouin life, but it’s become a ritual thing: long, dark highway, music, planning the next novel in my head as I go to promote the current one. It doesn’t suck, really, except for the lack of sleep. The carnival comes to you, minus a deformed monkey or two.

So, as typing and driving at the same time are inadvisable, I’d like cheat just a smidge and take today to invite you and all your loved ones to the final Orphan’s Tales shows:

December 1st 7-10pm
Pandemonium Books
4 Pleasant St.
Cambridge, MA 02139

New York
December 4th 7-10pm
NYRSF Reading Will Be Taken Over by Gypsies.
South Street Seaport Museum’s Melville Gallery
213 Water Street in Manhattan

Art by 22 different craftsmen from Michael Kaluta to Jennifer Parrish, music by S.J. Tucker, and readings by me. It will be, dare I say, awesome.


  1. says

    Sounds almost as though Bob Seger could have written “Turn the Page” with you in mind! In fact, reading this made me getting that out and listen to it for the first time in ages, it seems.

    Hrmm…looking at your schedule (and remembering my thoughts when I’ve seen other authors), I couldn’t help but wonder what besides logistics keeps writers from doing major (or even minor) tours in the South. Nashville’s not exactly a small town and it has a tradition for (song)writing, so I’ve wondered if it’s a perception about the reading audience here that has kept most of the big guns (or most any writer of SF) from having a booksigning tour in my region. Is it the annoying music or something else? :P

  2. Catherynne says

    I think for me, it’s the distance, and lack of contacts there. I used to have friends in Atlanta, not coincidentally, they moved to Boston. ;)

    But it would be great if I could get down there, it’s just very far and very far from the northeast where writers tend to pool.