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We're only getting to the internet place once every three days (or so) and there's not enough time for me to do all the internetty stuff I wanna. Have to do all the biz, admin, and research stuff first. Sigh. So, I'm behind with all my fun correspondence. If I haven't writ it don't mean the love is gone. Honest. I haven't read anyone's blog, or newspapers, or anything since we left NYC. I have no idea what's happening in Sydney, NYC, or the rest of the world, or the blogsphere, or anywhere except our little bit of San Miguel. (Ask me about Luz's life and I can tell you anything you wanna know! Short version: she's doing great.) ...
Posted by Justine at 18:07, September 21st, 2005 under Excuses, Travelling |
Posted by Justine at 8:31, August 10th, 2005 under Excuses, Reading, Travelling |
a) our hotel is a long way from the con
b) intermittent web access
c) there's an incredibly exciting test match on
d) there are many excellent people to talk to and parties to attend
e) too damned tired!
Posted by Justine at 13:17, August 6th, 2005 under Bloggery, Cons & Other Gatherings, Excuses, Travelling |
We're in Glasgow. It's gorgeous and fun and you just can't get bored by
Charles Rennie Mackintosh.
Trip so far:
London: great (though bloody expensive) food (
Niki and
Lauren &
Andrew have been most excellent guides), brilliant markets, cheap clothes (bought the most gorgeous 15 pound skirt). It's not the city I remember, though I did get some awe-inspiring rudeness---so it hasn't completely changed. Best restaurant was David Thompson's Thai one in Soho (I forget the name). Thompson's Australia's guru of Thai food. Was wonderful watching Lauren and Andrew's delight in finally trying decent Thai food. I also gave them their very first mangosteens. Heavenly!
Glasgow: gorgeous, love all the Rennie Mackintosh everywhere. Had the most brilliant black ...
Posted by Justine at 9:31, August 4th, 2005 under Cons & Other Gatherings, Cricket, Excuses, Food, Liquids, Mangosteens, Sport, Travelling |
Done packing. Car gets here in 30 mins. Then it's into the big jetplane and across the skies till we get to London where
my sister lives. Can't wait.
Except that it's cold there. Sob. And even colder in Glasgow. Double sob. Just as it was getting to be a proper summer here we go somewhere damp and cold. What were we thinking?
Not sure what my internet access will be. Dunno if I'll post. But I've become a blogging addict so if I can I will.
Enjoy yourselves while I'm gone.
Posted by Justine at 18:31, July 28th, 2005 under Bloggery, Excuses, Travelling, Whingeing |
Should be writing, shouldn't be flibbergibberting all over the interwebby thingie. I think I'm addicted to
spirit fingers. It's my favourite blog eva! What's not to love? Its name is a reference to the
finest film ever made (except for all the other really good ones). Must stop reading through the archive, must stop spraying water over my laptop from laughing too hard. Must do some actual work.
Blogging has eaten my brain. I knew it!
Posted by Justine at 13:38, June 29th, 2005 under Excuses, Frippery, Whingeing |
and I'll write about sports if I want to! So stop emailing to tell me to post about "more interesting things." The very idea!
But there won't be much posting about anything---interesting or not---over the next few days. This is my last day to fix Daughters of Earth and the copyedited Magic Lessons just arrived and has to be back with my publisher by Tuesday morning.
Bye for now.
Posted by Justine at 11:55, June 17th, 2005 under Daughters of Earth, Excuses, Magic or Madness trilogy, Sport |
Raymond Chandler would lock himself in a room for four hours every day. In that time he didn't have to write, but he wasn't allowed to do anything else. Not write letters, do crossword puzzles, play solitaire, read the newspaper; he could only write. Eventually boredom forced him to it.
A writer friend of mine claims there is no such thing as writer's block, only writer's procrastination. "Writer's block," she claims, "has taken on a kind of mythic status for writers and wannabe writers, and become this curse or disease the hapless writer catches. Crap. It's laziness pure and simple. Anyone can write any damn time they want to.
"If I'm having difficulty getting going I just type ...
Posted by Justine at 22:59, January 9th, 2004 under Excuses, Listening, Magic or Madness trilogy, Musings, Travelling |
