It was warm and then cold.
We sold out of all the books we brought.
Our staff love the energy of the conference, they love meeting writers. They thrive on the buzz and flow of it all, and I like how much fun they have.
In spite of the present occupant of the White House, I like DC.
It’s a city with heavy male energy and thick concrete walls. It’s a fortress city.
There’s none of the lightness of San Francisco before it was coated with tech money or Boston with its gardens and bars.
People are busy in DC; they’re involved in big conversations. I like walking through the streets, remembering how it felt when Obama was in the White House and I still believed the light was pouring through the trees. I still believed in hope and in human potential.
We are on our way home to Los Angeles. I like being in the game. Sometimes I make a mistake in the dance. But I keep on dancing.