Friday, June 6, 2008

Second star to the left, now

My Pan is taking me away, all fairy dusted and sparkly. First ten days of this:

And then, would you believe it, ten days of this:

If it seems extravagant for a struggling wannabe writer who thinks carefully before buying a t-shirt, it is. But the trip is a wedding present, so I might as well not think about how many months of uninterrupted writing the money would buy me, and enjoy instead.

Don't worry, Pims won't be left to fend for herself, my favourite brother is staying here with her. Unless she actually manages to sneak into my luggage, she's been trying all day.

Flipflops: check! Bikinis: check! Pretty dresses: check! Fluffy darling with sorrowful eyes:, wait. Sorry, sweetie. You can watch over Oslo for me.

See you later, darlings!

Monday, June 2, 2008

Oslo overdoes it

28 degrees, and counting.

Oslo, come on! I get that it's a nice break from being freezing and grey, but do you really have to pile it on like this? I mean, it's supposed to get hotter and hotter all week. Going to California and Fiji will be a nice, cool break.

It is, I admit, lovely to doze in the shade of some trees, with an ice latte or ice cream. But our apartment faces south, has huge windows and it's like an oven. And I don't even have thick, white fur.

Poor Pimsika hides under the bed and blames me ferociously. Her eyes just scream 'Stupid manny'!

Speaking of which: I've finished Blackbringer, and Laini, I'm floored.

I thought I might be able to keep up, but you sped ahead with the vanishing of the little village (Sleepers there were none! Such music!), and then with Magpie's first visit to the Moonlit Gardens, you were suddenly a speck on the horizon. I love your world and I love your story threads and I love your love story. You arrange scenes and currents just to my taste (Kipepeo. Yes, that's epic), and I cried at the end.

Something to reach for!