Still in Washington DC. It's still cold. It's still raining. Now lightning is flashing and thunder rumbling as well, and it just dawned on me that the White House breakfast tomorrow will be at the White House, and that I ought to do something special (apart from just dragging Maddy along to it as a combination of daughter and good luck charm) so I put my remarkably shiny boots outside the hotel door to be shined some more.
I had a day with some wonderful things in it -- after the interviews I went out to one of the Smithsonion places, and got to go backstage and learn about book and paper and art conservation, and to see rusting spaceships and sweat-stained spacesuits and raider-of-the-lost-ark-storage-warehouses. My thanks to Judy and Tegan and to Nora for showing me strange miracle things.
The schedule I got from Harpers that I posted for the tour had me talking in the Children's Tent tomorrow for an hour, from 11:45am to 12:45, but I think I'd be more likely to believe the LoC website, which gives me something closer to half an hour, from 11:45 to 12:15. The signing starts at 1:00pm. I don't know how long they'll let me keep signing for. I suspect we'll find out.
A few pictures: WIRED online have a Corinthian Tattoo up in their favourite comics tattoo article.
There are going to be film tie-in editions of Coraline out next month (the bottom one has essays on the film be me and by Henry Selick, and stills, and such):
We've got a page with the various Coraline trailers and featurettes up, at http://www.neilgaiman.com/p/Cool_Stuff/Video_Clips/Coraline
And there's an Alternate Reality Gaming Network, which suspects me in the case of Who Killed a certain lady rockstar. But I am almost definitely not involved.