I left CA a couple hours late yesterday--and was just enjoying the drive, listening to Riverhorse by William Least Heat Moon on tape. Once I entered Arizona on Hwy 40, I slowed down, my eyes searching for elk alongside the road. Bingo--two large elk, full racks and all, were grazing about fifty yards off the highway... as everyone barreled by at 80mph. It was all great... until I got lost in Sedona (has anyone seen the construction through the middle of town?!?) and called Willma Gore's number (I'm staying with her) repeatedly until some nice lady returned one of my messages and said, "Honey, you've been calling this number all day, and I'm not Willma." By the time I got the directions straightened out and found Willma's, I was hungry, tired and not a little stressed. But I had homemade vegetarian soup made my Willma's friend, Jean, then hit my cot to sleep for 8 hours.
This morning, Willma hosted a gathering of her writer friends, and I got to blab on and on about writing Tainted Legacy. I sold books, made friends, and heard great stories. To celebrate, I walked across the street and, in 20 minutes, augmented my poor writer's wardrobe at one of the outlet stores. (Ladies, you have no idea how much more affordable clothes are in AZ!) So it has been a good day... and I'm trying to look forward to a beautiful drive up Oak Creek Canyon at dawn tomorrow morning... instead of missing my cat, my 'coonie, and my kids (not necessarily in that order).