11/15/09 — I’m sitting in a laundromat in Lincoln, NE. Clothes are almost done. The steady rumble of the dryers is oddly comforting, and dampens most other noise, except for the clink-clink-clink of the change machine dishing out quarters.
I’ve gotten quite a bit of writing done over the past hour, which is satisfying. Will do more back at the hotel. Tomorrow I begin a whirlwind tour of six schools in two days. It’ll be intense, but fun. After all, this is my audience as a writer. I love meeting them face to face.