January 3rd, 2010


Last night in Hobart and Tasmania

Here I am, its 1am, I am wide eye awake - alcohol does that to me (I've tried to tell maelkann this before but he doesn't believe me). I'm wrapped up under Tansy's gorgeous charm quilt and my mind is racing. This has been a really crazy ride, this trip. And I'm sure one post is not going to remotely do it justice.

It's been really awesome to hang out in person with my friends. It's not something that happens often and it's so very easy to take it for granted at cons. And we (I?) probably should try not to, in future. I've really cherished the conversations we've shared, the things I've been taught, the thoughts and feelings I've shared and those that have been shared with me. I have so much to take away and process. So much I need to mull over. And ... well, having someone special to share all that with, too.

I've been sort of taking an actual holiday from Twelfth Planet Press which is probably quite ridiculous to say given I also read and responded my way through all the submissions to Sprawl. I might also have begun working on Cold Cases. I've tried to balance clearing my head and personal space with not getting too far behind in the schedule and properly taking advantage of my break from work and home responsibilities. I've also spent the fortnight talking publishing almost nonstop, throwing ideas around (or being thrown at me) and recharging my soul.

2010 is gonna be awesome!


Very last of the Tasmanians

So um, my fly by drunk post last night totally skipped a bunch of stuff. We had much to celebrate last night and I really enjoyed the first few drinks with flinthart, cassiphone and aifin. Not so much the later ones :( There was much merriment and laughing and silliness and somehow I ended up sitting on the floor under the table and then my laptop got confiscated and all hell broke loose. Then it got very very messy. It was fun and good to just hang out with my friends. I'm very sorry to be off home today.

Some final shots from my stay:

I got totally and utterly spoiled at flinthart's. I was sitting up in my room sewing and working and I got brought a bowl of homemade honey icecream. That there is the photo of the empty bowl :) This might be where the icecream maker idea came from ...

View from the house, apparently typical Tasmanian summer weather. I put a jumper on.

Every morning I got up and headed down to the kitchen and flinthart would say "aha! breakfast for you!" and then he'd whip something delicious and gluten free. My last breakfast was this omlette with nasi goreng filling, probably the finest omlette I have ever eaten.

The Mau Mau's pause button was hit during the packing stage for heading back down to Hobart.

Then we all piled into the car and headed down to Hobart. Ahem. That's Younger Son in the back with the pillow up blocking his face.

That's probably all my photos and posting for this trip. The thing I forgot to post in my previous post was that this trip for me has been very challenging for me in some deeply personal ways. I've been working on overcoming my OCD - mostly in the everyday you might not notice it, *I* might not notice. But the living with kids thing? Definitely a personal challenge in lots of ways. I don't like the whole "being confronted with just what you can deal with and then slowly push the boundaries". Cause eventually ... well, nervermind. In any case, there have been moments but I have made it through. Yay. And I will go home and have a lie down.