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[squeequeg]

I'm back. Yes, even though most of you didn't know I was gone, I am back. I took this week off from work and headed up to New Hampshire with thomascantor. No internet, a phone but no answering machine, no TV, and only the radio to tell us of the outside world. (Of course, when NPR is the station of choice, that still keeps us pretty up to date.)

Some of the things I did:
- Climbed two mountains (running into unexpected friends on top of one and getting over some of my fear of heights on the other).
- Dozed off on the beach.
- Discovered that if you have a white mark from wearing a watch, that white mark can get a sunburn all its own.
- Found the first dead mouse of the season!
- Wrote out a chapter-by-chapter account of what the next big revision will be, including preliminary outlines for new chapters and lists of changes to existing ones.
- Wrote preliminary outlines for two short stories (one involving figured bass and deals with the devil, the other involving despotism and soccer riots).
- Ate thomascantor's pancakes. He makes good pancakes.
- Read lots of mystery novels, which seem to end up at the cabin just from the beach reading effect (people bring them up to the cabin, read them on the beach, and then leave them there for someone else to read). I managed to guess the killer in at least two of them, though both were Agatha Christies.

The one annoying thing: after I called the place that had suggested an interview and told them I was free Thursday but out of communication until today, they sent an email saying they'd like to meet me Tuesday. Of course I get this email today. Gyaaaaaarrrr. Wonder how badly I've screwed this up.

But nevertheless, I'm glad that I was out of reach. For once I didn't feel guilty about sitting and doing nothing in particular. I needed this.

And now I've got a day or two to write before Readercon and thomascantor has time to get ready for Montreal. All is well.

Comments

[wavyarms.livejournal.com]

What a happy entry. Glad to hear it. Esp. the bits about the short stories, and the mountains (I never knew you had a fear of heights) and the doing nothing.

Good luck with the job. Hardly your fault if they don't know the days of the week.