I just got back from the Dark Days Tour. I have to admit—I was really nervous about going. I was the kind of nervous where you stay up all night, tummy flipping, eyes just staring at the bright streaks of passing headlights from the traffic outside your window as they wipe across the walls of your bedroom.
You see, I had to join a book tour with three amazingly brilliant, talented, and creative women, speak in front of avid book readers, answer questions off the cuff, and somehow not make a total ass of myself. Impossible. Doomed to failure. A disaster waiting to happen.
I’m not a shy girl by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, I’m just the opposite—I say too much. I was certain I was going to do something stupid, like accidentally drop the F bomb the first time I got my hands on the microphone, embarrass the stuffing out of my tour mates, and subsequently be banned from touring altogether.
On top of that… well... I didn’t think any of the girls would like me. Or if they did like me, I was sure they would all look at me and wonder-- why was I on tour with them?
And Ellen Schreiber has the kind of devoted fans that MAKE THEIR OWN AWESOME COSTUMES for her book signings. She’s like this tiny powerhouse of supernatural romance! (I’m serious-- she’s like 5’3”)
What the F bomb was I doing there?
Dark days, indeed.
Amy Plum, my pal who wrote Die For Me, told me I had nothing to worry about. She had already been on tour with them and had ended her stint with the Dark Days crowd just as I was making my entrance. She told me that the girls were awesome and that they had a ball together. But OF COURSE they all loved Amy. Amy is probably one of the easiest people in the world to love-- even her emails are like a party. I didn’t have the same hopes for myself.
But (as usual) I was dead wrong.
Aprilynne, Veronica, and Ellen are three of the most generous, welcoming, and supportive women it has been my honor to meet. They were wellsprings of invaluable advice. They loaned me Sharpies, gave me pep talks and hugs, took me out for dinner and made me laugh so hard I snorted. My only regret is that I didn’t get to meet Tara Hudson or Amy Plum (in person). We missed each other by one day, but we’ve all lobbied to be on the next tour together.
In short, I haven’t had that much fun in ages. I want to do another tour immediately, just so I can go out for dinner with these stunning women and laugh all night in one of our hotel rooms again. We even had fun at the airport. Who has fun at an airport?
Ironically, the Dark Days tour turned out to be one of the brightest points of my entire year. I enjoyed myself probably more than I should have, seeing as how it’s supposed to be work and all. I want to thank my tour mates from the bottom of my heart. Huzzah, death.