Sun, sea... and french keyboards
Jun. 25th, 2005 04:36 pmWell, I'm back. It was fun in France and I filled out almost forty pages full of a variety of different ficlets and snippets for Ivory and Ebony. I don't know how many I'll actually use, but I had fun writing them. I do however have a very nice post-Chaos War fic lined up which I'm going to have a lot of fun in hammering out the details and writing.
It was hot in France, the main reason I wrote so much, I was too hot to do anything else. Got a nice suntan from lying out in the sun and a few scratches from swimming out to a rocky jetty. Not much sleep though, my room was an oven and I absolutly hate when that happens. I can never sleep.
At least we could jump into the sea to cool off, although the fine sand on the beach got everywhere, it's a miracle my discman's still working.
Grandmother now rather dotty, but hey, she's 83 so you have to make allowences. She's very open-minded for her age, didn't even blink when she found out what I was actually writing in my little notebook, she just went off on a long story about how nice gay people were, which could have been worse.
We spent the last night at my aunt's house, my cousin Helen's turned into a teenybopper (such a pity, she was showing such anti-social tendancies last time I saw her) and my other cousin Benoix was out unilt three AM, I never saw him but my dad did. He was going to get a drink and saw my cousin coming up the stairs. My cousin apparently said "Guess what? I won an electric saw!" to which my father replies "Great..." (he was half asleep).
The best part was that they had internet connection, but there was one downside... (dum dumdum dum DUM) French keyboards. They are nothing like English ones. It took me half an hour to find @. I had to wait until I got home to e-mail Chetwynd. I was disappointed because it looked like my beta reader still hadn't finished, but when I got home today I found that she had, so it's all cool.
The airport we left from today was hilarious, I've never seen such a small commercial airport. Dad has, but he's been to South America so that doesn't count. It was so small, when we were waiting for our luggage when we arrived we could see the men unloading it and throwing on the conveyor belt outside! As our bags took ages it was tempting to go out there, riffle through the bags and find ours, but we didn't. Today, we waiting for the airplane (the only airplane) in a room with was waiting room, baggage check, passport control, gift shop and restaurant! Wild.
So, here I am; jetlagged, bunny-bitten and slash crazed (what's different?), but still here.
Skull Bearer.