I’m back.
I’m also sort of overwhelmed by the amount of stuff I have to do. For one thing, I have to do some work. For another thing, I’ve spent a month for the most part away from my internet addiction, which has meant no blogging, little tweeting, hardly any Facebooking, and you know, an internet addiction the size of mine takes some easing back into.
I don’t know where to start.
Oh, well, yes, I sort of do. I’m updating my website so it’s all about my new book, GETTING AWAY WITH IT, and I’ll be posting some excerpts and other stuff soon. I have a cover flat in front of me as I type. It is lovely! And shiny! With pink foil on my name! Wow!
I also want to do a series of blog posts about writing and revising this current novel, talking about the craft of first draft writing vs the craft of revising. I also need to tell you about the new group blog I’m part of, The Heroine Addicts.
But for today, I’ll tell you about my holiday. It was great. I got lots of writing done. I spent a lot of time on the beach. I ate a lot (and I mean A LOT) and am now distinctly more padded around the middle.
I read quite a bit. Mostly I spent some time in Victorian London amongst criminals and detectives. I read From Hell by Alan Moore, which was amazing—a graphic novel about Jack the Ripper. And The Annonated Sherlock Holmes because I had to re-read the stories for the gazillionth after seeing the brilliant, brilliant Sherlock on BBC1. Both of these books were so physically enormous to hold, that I had to rest my wrists in between writing and reading sessions.
Mostly, I’ll admit, I rested by eating a little snack, or six.
That photo below of me in my mother’s shoes? I paid the price for beauty with that one—a blister on my foot that hasn’t yet healed, which means I can’t wear anything but plasters and sandals.
Beware Mother’s Shoes! And Victorian murderers! They will make you lamer and fatter. That’s my advice to you.
What did you learn on your summer holiday?
But it is LOVELY to have you back properly.
And the day you are fat is the day I’ll buy a politician’s memoir.
Well, I haven’t quite been on a summer holiday; I’m going on a September Holiday next week, though, where I expect to re-learn the lesson that a bowstring travelling at 400mph can really, really bruise your arm.
Jan, if I keep on snacking like I was in Maine, I’d start deciding between Labour and Tory.
Kate—ouch! Is that actual archery?
Yep. Done it before; loads of fun but I can never remember not to lock my elbow. I remember to aim and I forget about my arm, remember about my arm and then I can’t aim. Sigh. Arm goes purple. I tell people I got into a fight. It’s more interesting that way.
Welcome back!
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Love the new page. Glad you had such a good time, apart from the blisters and apart from, shudder, putting weight on? Hell, you must be really huge now. Not.
That was me! I am not anonymous.
Kate, you need to wear those incredibly sexy leather gauntlet things. Or lace-up armbands. The more leather the better, I’m thinking.
Thanks, Liz!
Lara, you are certainly not anonymous!
Let’s just say I am definitely softer.
You’ve been pink foiled!
Welcome back. I’m greatly looking forward to your caft posts!
Happy writing!
Yeah, I had one of those wrist-guard things, but the string always hits my inner elbow. I move the guard, it hits my wrist. Wrist hurts more, and I don’t really fancy bruising my arteries.
Really, I just need to get better at archery.
Welcome back! Sounds like you had a great time. I’m still waiting for my vacation – two more weeks! I can’t wait!
Yes, I’ve been pink foiled Lacey! That’s another thing to cross off my “things to do before I die” list!
Kate, I think it’s so amazing that you’re doing archery. I hope you wear the bruises with pride.
Talli, have a great time on your vacation. Where are you going?