Me & Deborah Wiles, carousing at the Flint Airport:
(Lookit me, acting all demure. Don't believe it for an instant.)
Yes, the airport. See, I'm the sort of gal who'll jump into a car and drive toward any author who happens to be passing within a two-hour radius of my house. Come to think of it, I believe I neglected to blog the Lansing Sushi-hunting Odyssey I embarked upon with Robin Brande this spring. Shame on me.
ANYWAY.
If I ever question the usefulness of Facebook (and/or airports), remind me of this photo. When Debbie posted that she was headed for Flint, I pounced. Totally worth the drive.
So if you're a kidlit author saddled with a layover in Detroit or Flint, give me a call. I might even bring chocolate chip cookies.
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Currently re-reading:
The Alfred Summer
by Jan Slepian
