It was fun while it lasted, this book tour thing, but mostly it’s over. Oh sure, I still have a few more scattered book signings for DEEP DISH–including one this Saturday at Dog-Ear Books in Madison, GA., but as far as my editor is concerned, there are no more EXCUSED ABSENCES. She wants pages, and she wants ’em now. So yesterday, I whined and procrastinated. I looked up the last chapter I’d written of THE FIXER-UPPER, which is my book-in-progress. I was horrified to learn that the last time I’d tinkered with it was waaay back in February. Now I’ve got to get re-acquainted with Dempsey Killebrew, the protagonist of TFU. It’s hard, picking up your knitting after having dropped it for six weeks. Last night, it seemed absolutely crucial to world peace that I watch both American Idol and Dancing with the Stars. Finally, right at bed-time, while I was watching LAW AND ORDER, an errant plot-related thought crossed my mind. I ran for a pen and yellow legal pad. Therefore, my written output for yesterday–in fact, for yesterday and all of March was…..one lousy paragraph. So. Here’s my pledge. I will meet you back here tomorrow, by say, noon, and I will be able to report that I’ve written at least ten pages. Stay tuned.