I’m in Chicago to sign books at the Printers Row Lit Fest with my new friends at the Mystery Writers of America Midwest Chapter. I am staying at the Palmer House Hilton in quite possible the smallest hotel room ever. It’s just big enough for a twin bed, a desk, and a TV stand. It has a small bathroom and closet as well and it’s perfect for $134 smack in the heart of the city.
My original plan was to stay with a friend about an hour outside of the city, but since I am up to my eyeballs in deadlines and in the middle of the Great Illness Catch Up Of 2015, I don’t really have the luxury of spending that much time driving and socializing. When I found this place online this morning I took it as a sign. Between the perfect size and the crappy wifi reception, I have gotten SO much stuff done.
But now I need to finish up the last of that work and then get to the MWA Party. More tomorrow.