I have every intention of keeping my blog going while on tour. This a great way to communicate with you, the one who is perhaps curious as to what a book tour is all about. All I know right this moment as I lie on my bed, dogs at my side, coffee on night stand, I have no idea what I'm doing nor what to expect.

So to help, I hope, I finally purchased a new cell phone. I absolutely hated having a cell phone, I didn't use it. It was always out of battery power so I rarely had it with me. The only phone calls I received were from solicitors. I do NOT like being distracted only to have someone attempt to convince me I should be investing in something. "I"m in the middle of a sentence and NO I DON'T WANT Uranium!"

Eh hem. The Iphone. Love. I'm addicted and I didn't even open a manual. Of course the "no problem" sales guy named Ek, convinced me it would be smooth as a summer breeze. "Just hook it up to your computer and it's done." I returned the next evening because I couldn't get mail or hook up to the internet. He pushed one button and boom, I was on Google. With a "see how simple it is and how stupid you are" smile he handed the phone back to me.

"Yeah, well I can't get email..."

About an hour later, and several attempts between he and his colleague (and a few see how simple it is and how stupid I am comments from me) I can pick up my email. From ONE of my accounts. So I am prepared to go off on tour with hopefully no extra technical challenges. The phone is, I am told, to make things simpler. That has not been my experience in the past.

So I've got the phone. I've got my computer, my script, my laundered shirts...Igot my suit pressed, got my best vest, all I need now, is the girl. Got my striped tie, got my hopes high, I got time on my hands and I got rhythm now I all need is the girl to go with them.

WHY must I ramble into show tunes at the least opportune moment? (left that wide open for you).

All in all I'm sitting here looking at clothes draped everywhere, a script I still need to learn, post cards, book marks, make up, hand sanitizer, breath mints, and I still need to pull out Robert's clothes (because, he will inevitably ask...what should I wear?) And I will scream YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE THIS ALL WRITTEN DOWN IN YOUR NOTEBOOK!

And it will do no good.

As I wrap up this blog, it's time for me to go off into this uncharted territory and try to figure out what to wear in three different parts of the country on 5 different television shows. In some odd way, I LOVE IT. I'm looking forward to time traveling with my partner, who, apparently cannot be seated next to me unless I check in 24 hours before the flight and pay up to 30 bucks to find seats together.

The airlines. That's an entirely different blog. Check in tomorrow!