So all went reasonably well with the flying and the landings and takings off and the one delay. Hotel was fine (though I missed my memory foam) and I read Julie Czerneda's Survival (first of the Species Imperative series) and was blown away and seriously regretting I'd only taken one of them along. And at home, discovered I do not yet own the third, so must purchase before starting and finishing second--though I have some stuff I have to get done before I can do that. Great book. Seriously. I mean, I knew she was good because I've read other stuff she's written, but you know how it is when you have read somebody and then go awhile without and then find them again? It's like rediscovery.
I did less writing than I would have liked in the quiet moments I had, but at least some. I'm tired though. Not a lot of sleep (again, missed my memory foam) and back to work today. While I was gone, there was a break in at the university and a number of offices were robbed. Which stinks on ice, since this is such a small college with a sense of family surrounding it. Now there's a real sense of suspicion and distrust. I also got to see a former student who has become a friend on my journey and that was fabulous.
And if I seem a little lacking in details of what the trip was for and about, there's a reason and maybe one of these days I'll be more specific. I'll update you as I can.
And . . . on the way back, I met this guy who builds houses out of this really cool green (energy conserving and environmentally friendly) stuff, and now I know how I'm going to build the house I want (whenever that is, but one day). The materials are more, but the labor is less, so the house ends up costing about the same, but this stuff stands up to tornadoes and to earthquakes. There was one in the Kobe earthquake and he had a picture--all around was rubble and the house still stood.
And so, now, I 'm off to pick up the boy and return home to do more work stuff.
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*squishes inner architect-geek back into shoebox*
ahem. Good to hear it went well, no delays at 'port and no unruly pilots insisting on detours through Kansas. If you'd gotten more than two pages written I would've been highly jealous & demanded your secret, because I've found I just can't write at all while travelling (not unless the stay is for more than a week, at least) -- just not my space, y'know?
Oh, and I know all about rediscovering writers you really like. I finally had time/brain/chance to start reading the third book in a series and damn if now I'm not pissed I've two deadlines tomorrow and won't be able to snatch more than a few minutes here and there until Friday pm... gee, if only I could remember the author's name. Hunh. Well, the cover's green, and it's got this big honkin' bird on it...