Sarah E. Moffett

Anti-book tour.
Week 4.
July is nearly over, and I’m celebrating from the patio of my Grandparents’ home in North Carolina. And it’s hot. And there are mosquitoes. And Faulkner-esq delusions induced by heat stroke. Celebration over. I’m moving inside.
<5 minutes later.>
You’d think not being on book tour would enable one to focus on such publishing necessities […]

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A midnight Barnes and Noble experience, near death by trampling, faux-reserve wrist band, some serious line cutting, eight hours, half a bottle of champagne, tea, more tea, and still drinking tea, forty-five reading positions (from which I have yet to recover), an entire box of Cheese-its, and one brilliant book, it’s done.  And I have only […]

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What does one do when they are no longer on book tour?Beautiful things.
You…
1.    Eat warm croissants wrapped around wedges of fresh cheese while sipping Baileys and coffee on the patio as the rain falls.2.    Lazily page through Dharma Bums, Cat’s Cradle, and try to incorporate Vonnegut’s passé cynicism that “the mind reels” into every possible conversation, including one with […]

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Women of the Word
Council Bluffs, Iowa
Borders
Lee’s Summit, Missouri
Barnes & Noble (Plaza)
Kansas City, Missouri
Thirty-six hours after Mother and I had returned from our 450 mile road trip, we embarked on a slightly shorter one—421 miles—along the same languid stretch of I-435/29. In the words of one immortal writer, we returned from whence we came. Or in […]

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