130. Stalkers

I had an event this afternoon in Venice. A lot of people came to listen to me read. I wonder how many people in Venice know English. It’s pointless, really. Why learn English when you’ve got Italian? It’s like eating Easy Mac in Italy. But I’m an Easy Mac kind of guy when it comes to languages.

However, when people came up to get their books signed, I discovered that many of the people are not Venice natives. Most of them don’t even live in Italy! Fans have come from all over the place so that they can not only visit the most wonderful city in the world, but also meet me, author of the Angela Beam novels.

This is what I presumed, anyway, but I began to get a little suspicious when I sold more of my first novel than the one that just came out. Most people here had not read my work before? What are they doing here, I asked myself. So I asked. And you know what they said? The blog. The wonderful, amazing blog that Burbank’s been working his ass off to keep up for me while I lazily go about my business. They want to meet me, the star of the online world, and Burbank, the underappreciated genius behind the wheel. They had him do another reading from his book of poetry. Lucky for him, he just so happened to have a copy with him.