At the Powell’s Books signing a couple weeks ago, Lilith Saintcrow, Ilona Andrews, and I decided to finally make a lunch date. The Andrews have been in Oregon for about a year, and Lilith and I are both long-term Northwesterners, but none of us had hooked up for lunch.
Since the signing was just about to start, I knew I needed to make a note of it, or I’d forget. I frantically rummaged through my purse looking for something I could write on. No paper. At all. Not even a receipt, or one of those crumpled-up straw wrappers.
Not to be deterred, I did find this:
Yes, that is a piece of gum.
Think it will catch on?