You'll note that this daily blog has actually turned into a daily blog the last two days, because I've finally made it back from a month eating nice food, sleeping in fancy hotels, and meeting fascinating people who care about books.

Authors should not complain about book tours, because

1. A lot of very good authors don't get the chance to go out and meet readers and independent booksellers, and
2. Anyone who complains about getting to eat out of the minibar for free is a total jackass, and
3. Honestly. How jaded and self-important do you have to become in order to complain about having a job that allows you to make up stories, write them down, and then fly around the country eating six-dollar Snickers bars in comfortable beds while watching Oceans 12 on Pay-Per-View?

So, yeah. No complaints here. I had a hell of a lot of fun, and now I'm happy to be home again and writing.

One of the biggest highlights of the trip was my visit to Blue Valley Northwest High School, which is either in Kansas or Missouri (I forget), and whose students are just the kind of people I was thinking of when I wrote Looking for Alaska. My visit to BVNHS also happens to be the only event from which I have pictures. Thanks to Pat Owens for the photographs.

Trying to think of a clever inscription:

And doing a Harvey Pekar impersonation with Mr. Elliot Kort: