One week from today – that is, Tuesday the 18th – I’ll be reading and signing here in Chicago at the DePaul University Barnes & Noble. Then, three days later, I’ll be in Ashland, Oregon, reading and signing at Bloomsbury Books. For more information on both, please jump to Booktour.com.

Today, though, I’m heading over to WFMT to sign 20 copies that they’re using as their free gifts during their fund-raising drive. Then it’s over to WBEZ to hand-deliver a copy to Jonathan Abarbanel, the local NPR theatre reviewer. From there I wander upstairs to Chicago Shakespeare Theatre to sign copies for their in-house bookstore.

This, after yesterday heading downtown and signing copies in both the major Borders – Michigan Avenue and Randolph Street. I have a fondness for both, and moreso now that I know they have so many copies on sale. Oh, and I stopped in and auditioned for Shaw Chicago while I was downtown – my first audition in over a year (I’ve been lucky enough to get phone calls offering me parts out of the blue). Bob Scoggins, the artistic director, is a nice fellow – meaning he didn’t openly scorn me. I hate monologue auditions. Give me sides any day.

Oh, and this morning, Dashiell started saying something that sounds an awful lot like "shit" – though I’m hoping it’s "sit," as we have lately been asking him to sit, not stand, on the couch. I’m really hoping that’s what he’s saying, and not "Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit…"

But it’s impossible not to laugh when he’s not looking.