I’ve been doing a lot of book talks to promote my latest novel, Northwest Angle. Pretty much, I do this with every when it’s first published. Book tours can be grueling, but I have a confession to make. I love to hear myself talk.
I don’t mean I just love to flap my gums. I love to talk about my writing. And the opportunity to do this is one of the greatest pleasures that has come from being a published author.
I’m supposed to be an introvert. At least that’s how I score on a Myers-Briggs assessment. I can see that. I crave the alone time in which I conceive of and execute the stories that I write. And after a book event, I have to crawl into a cave somewhere and regenerate. But when I’m onstage talking about my books, about my writing process, about the creative impulse, I feel like I’m riding some incredible thrill machine, better than the California Screamin’ roller coaster at Disneyland. And I love the personal connections that come from the questions I get during a presentation and the answers—as honest as I can make them—that result.
I don’t know what this says about me. Probably something dismally narcissistic. But there it is. I hope that you have a chance to catch my act some day. Really, I’m pretty entertaining. And enlightening. But mostly I’m just having a good time.