It's been a busy week, and it's still only Wednesday. Writing, regrettably, has gone out the window, because I have had so much else to do. But I have now done 90% of the latter, which is good. Tomorrow,
klwilliams and
desperance turn up. On Friday, we all go first to see the Fitzwilliam Museum here, and then on to Nottingham, to see the castle, do dinner stuff, and deposit Chaz safely at FantasyCon. On Saturday, Karen and I will be driving from Nottingham to Snowdonia for the Milford UK writers' workshop, where we get to see
mevennen,
birdsedge,
purplecthulhu and other good people for critiques and gossip and walks and such things. And be rained on, if I know Wales in September (the year I worked in Bangor, about 15 miles from where we'll be, there were only 4 entire days with no rain at all).
Then back to Cambridge from Milford on Friday, to do last minute stuff before heading off to Provence for a week with the marquis, Chaz,
anef and Michael WINOLJ. I'm out of breath just thinking about all this.
But we are beforehand and organised. I have packed for both trips, I have done nearly all my Milford reading, I have sorted out my tax return (with much help from the lovely
ms_cataclysm), I've done mending and hemming and hair-dyeing (it's a rather alarming shade of orange that I may re-dye in the morning to something a bit more muted) and leg-waxing and cleaning and printing and bank-sorting and cat-wrangling and what seems like 1001 other small jobs. All that's left is a small bit of reading, a bit more cleaning and baking a cake.
I may not be around here much for a while -- there's no internet connection at the Milford venue, so I'm definitely out of reach for all of next week. The place we're staying in France has wifi, however, and I'll be taking the laptop, so I should be around then.