October 20th, 2008

Willow

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Well, hello there blog! Gosh I have missed you!!

I am slowly recovering from an awesome weekend at Wastelands II: The Age of Iron. You know, the more cons I go to, the more addicted I get to them. I kind of want to go to three cons next year and the Aurealis Awards weekend already, as well as another con I might kind of be on the organising committee of, maybe. And I think that's what freaked me out at the end of last week - thinking about all those airfares and hotel rooms to pay for. You know, especially in this economic climate and all that. And that I should be saving for Big. Important. Things.

I'm sure I'll get over it.

Anyway. I had an awesome weekend and I will wake up properly later today and do some proper blog posting about it cause I do have lots to say. But I need to talk to myself about cons - it seems as soon as I am at one, I default to very bad stuff - I forget to sleep, eat and drink water yet manage to drink copious amounts of alcohol and coffee. And feel crap for the entire time. Yet bouncy and overstimulated by favourite people in real life! It's horrible and I need to STOP and sleep properly and hydrate. Grr.

But ... IN OTHER NEWS!!!
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- the puppy is arriving Saturday - yay! And I think that means I am puppysitting the following weekend (come past and have hugs if you want!)
- Colin Powell has endorsed Senator Obama for President saying he has the ability to be "an exceptional president".
- Summer is finally coming - can smell it in the air and it's definitely time to take a blanket off my bed. Last night I dropped past to see my Mum after the con and as I drove up the street at twilight, the smell of sprinklers on and the sounds just hit me as familiar summer. Took me straight back to being 9 or 10 when an afternoon spread out for hours and lazing about on my bed reading was totally what a Sunday afternoon was for (instead of, I spose, now when it's what I'm *supposed* to be doing and is thus instantly less fun!!)
- my Mum is cooler than me and has more specfic cred than me. I'm not allowed to tell you why, so you'll have to take my word for it :-)
Willow

ARIAs

Last night I watched the ARIAs cause that's all I had brain power for. And Apocalypso by the Presets so IS the album of the year! Awesome! I bought my copy in June and I listen to it every single day and am not sick of it. And extra points for the political "My People" and for performing it on stage. Woo hoo!! Go the Presets!!!

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Angel Rising: a Dirk Flinthart Novella from Twelfth Planet Press

The rugged little ship scudded past the seawall into Shusaeki Harbour. In the bow, George Gordon stood spraddle-legged, the breeze toying with his curling hair, his face turned to the sun. His manservant Stilton waited nearby, guarding Gordon’s bulky trunks as impassively as a human Stonehenge. Behind the shelter of the seawall, the confused breeze brought scents of the waterfront to Gordon’s nose. His lip curled. ‘Fish,’ he growled. ‘Wet, stinking fish.’ He clambered down to the crowded deck, and rubbed the shiny black surface of his largest trunk with a linen kerchief before seating himself on it. ‘That’s all they eat here, you know Stilton. Bloody fish. And not a piece of cheese to be had on the whole devildamned archipelago.’
He hawked wetly, and spat into the water.
‘Exile. That’s the only word for it. Bloody exile. Damn the Lady Governor and her damnable secrets. The Sunrise Isles are Michio’s patch. I’ve got no business here, even if Michio has managed to get his knickers in a bunch over a blasted meteoroid.’
‘The Lady Governor seemed most insistent, sir,’ said Stilton.
‘She appeared to believe your presence here is important.’
‘Hell with her, Stilton,’ Gordon replied. ‘She’s angry with me because I spitted that wretched Oxenbould man. And then, when I showed her the proof he was literally selling political refugees offworld, she started that song and dance about my drinking.

 

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Willow

What now then, eh?

I've sat down to do a serious work session tonight, or at the very least to blog about my weekend, but I'm utterly exhausted and I think I could fall asleep right now. I've spent the last hour and a half wrestling with my laptop to even be able to type this one. Grr. I HATE vista.

Wastelands was my conclusion to the craziness that was Sept/Oct - what was that? 4 cons in 4 weeks or something equally nuts? A lot happened and a lot of food for thought and I want to post about it when I'm not half asleep. At the same time, I'm about to go into lockdown. It's 8 weeks till Xmas and there is so much still left to do. I'm going to pull back a bit from social engagements and I think pick up one day of the weekend for Twelfth Planet Press work in order to start pulling everything back on track. Lots to do, lots that can be done. I am the limiting factor.

I'm pretty rundown - looking into the mirror makes that clear. I look awful. Yes, I look tired but I look awful too. So going to be aiming for that elusive "rest, relax and recharge" thing.