Nora in Australia
Hi, my name is Mary Kay and I'm a friend of
Nora's. She's asked that I pop in here and let you
know that she hasn't forgotten about you, merely
gone to Australia on a book tour and they're
keeping her so busy she barely has time to do email
much less come on the boards.
She's been sending "travel logs" as we call them
and asked if I could cut and paste them here #1 as
her way of keeping in touch with you and #2 to keep
from having to repeat all her adventures and #3
because they keep booting her off line every five
minutes...which doesn't make her at all happy.
Below are the three we have received so far and I
will continue to post them as they come.
This one is date 8-14:
Ugh. Yesterday was a nightmare. Woke up feeling
very jet lagged, queasy, headachy, crampy. Just
miserable. And couldn't shake it. I had 15
interviews. Jesus.
Did the first wave as phoners from my room, and did
them horizontal.
Then had to drive into the ABC which is like the
BBC for another couple live radio, the first with
two Aussie romance writers. Very hard to maintain.
Viciously car sick by the time I got there. Drive
back, and there's about 30 minutes before TV. Did
that horizontal, too. The 30 minutes, not the TV.
LOL.
TV was an hour and a half interview. My head was
reeling. I can't even imagine how I looked. Then
they want to do a bit like I'm just coming to the
hotel and checking in. Take some luggage down,
draft the doorman and a bellboy and a reception
clerk. Would've been funny if I hadn't felt like
death.
Then it's off to the new hotel, through peak
traffic. Sick, sick, sick. Lovely suite here, looks
out over the water, has a separate room with a
motor tub and shower and sink. I couldn't find the
damn toilet for quite some time. Again it's funny
now, but at the time....This is in a closet. Water
closer. Ha ha. I lie down here for another half
hour, then we go off to the signing. I'm wondering
how the hell I'm going to get through this. I think
to myself, I'd pay this bookstore a thousand
dollars to cancel.
It's in a mall, which I figure is going to be
hideous. However, I get there, start in. We're late
because we couldn't get a cab. There's a huge crowd
in the center of the mall. TV lights, cameras, a
woman on a lifted stage announcing me with a mike.
Jesus, it was funny. I have to get up on stage and
do an interview, be perky and funny. We do raffles.
Give away books, sign books, talk to the crowd.
They're absolutely lovely, and I'm absolutely
wrecked.
Got through, got back, got in pj. BW got me pizza.
Ate a little and passed out.
Feel some better today. A little shaky yet, but
better. I start the conference now, with a workshop
I give three times in a row to three different
groups. Odd. They expect 200 as opposed to RWA's
2000 but they prefer small groups for workshops.
Then there's some tea, something else, something
else again, a cocktail party with TV and readers. A
signing.
Pray for me.
These people are working me like a dog. Actually,
it's about what you do on a standard tour, but not
after 20 hours in a plane. I feel beat up here.
Thank God BW's around to help. Wouldn't have made
it through yesterday without him. Although my
publicist here is a darling and really
wonderful.
No time really to catch up on mail or anything
else. Will see what everyone's up to as soon as
there's time.
Nora
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