Couldn’t figure out why my ears were bleeding all day. Then I remembered the last thing I heard before bed was Blake Shelton singing a Lionel Ritchie song.
That’ll do it.
Nope. Not the show. Our staff.
The 25th Southern Festival of Books (my ninth) was, by far, the biggest, busiest, and most kick ass festival ever.
Highlights: Meeting Congressman John Lewis and hearing Al Gore talk about Spider Goats (google it if you want nightmares forever). Also lots of well wishes from festival friends for the baby. That was nice.
If you need me, I’ll be napping.