Time does get away from me.

But I got away, as well. Howard and I left October 9th and spent three weeks traveling Portugal and northern Spain with a few days in the rugged and remote Pyrenees Mountains, and culminating with a long weeknd in Barcelona in the middle of huge political unrest and demonstrations. 450,000 people marching and chanting in the streets surrunding our hotel. Passionate, and peaceful.


Here I am in streets of a tiny Medieval village in Basque country. Look at that golden light!

And here, in Barcelona:


And now I am about to fly tomorrow to Fort Myers, Florida, because I will be a guest of the Florida Rep Theatre as they open a performance of The Giver.  Then it is off the following Friday to Albany to be the featured guest at the NYS Writers' Institute...7 PM November 10th, with host WMAC's Joe Donahue. Page Hall at the Downtown Campus (135 Western Avenue, Albany)...and NEXT:  to St. Louis, for the NCTE convention, where I will speak Thursday evening November 16th, and again Friday the 17th.

This is turning into a litany of travel; sorry. 

I am trying to catch up with the huge stack of mail that accumulated when I was away.  But a wild storm in Maine knocked out our power for several days and left me frustrated, without my computer..and in fact wihthut LIGHT after 6 PM.  Reading by fashlight becomes tedious after a while (though I did finish a good book: MAGPIE MURDERS by Anthony Horowitz). And no hot coffee in the morning?! Boo Hiss!