My book tour is taking a small digression onto college campuses this weekend.
UC Santa Barbara. Beautiful.
I could dive in that.
My son said, “You can visit but don’t show up at my dorm room with a full dive kit at 6am asking, ‘Ready to go SCUBA diving?’
That doesn’t even sound like something I would do. Six! AM!
Nine? Sure.
And there are the dorms.
I wonder if I should go back to school.
My publisher wants me to talk about the book.
Here’s a tiny excerpt:
“My boss sent me,” I explained, big smile, my own form of camouflage. Because pretty smiles lubricate access to the dismal. “I have no idea how he knows this stuff. ” I put a hand out to shake his. “Mona Breen, Vice Report.”
Vice Report 