Vacation, all I ever wanted...
I'm going, I'm going where the water tastes like wineEven bloggers need a break sometimes. So for the next two weeks, I'm off to a place where I can watch the corn grow by day and the Milky Way shine by night.
Well I'm going where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time
--Canned Heat, "Going Up the Country"
Okay, so technically, it's my own house, which I realize takes the "vacate" right out of "vacation." But I've signed off all my mailing lists and bought fourteen days' worth of margarita mix, so I'm ready for a marathon writing retreat.
I need to catch up on my Voice of Crow manuscript, do tons of research for said novel, write an article for next year's Nebula anthology, and devise some spankin' new content for the Eyes of Crow portion of my website. In that order of importance.
So pretend I've gone to Vermont. One day, if I work hard enough, I might get there for real.
See ya back here in two weeks, if you haven't forgotten about me by then. And if you actually visit/live in Vermont, send me a postcard.
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
All this fussing and fighting, man, you know I sure can't stay
Now baby, pack your leaving trunk, you know we've got to leave today....
Labels: writing life
5 Comments:
Posted by:
Unknown at 6/04/2006 8:30 PM
I mean, sorry, I can't hear you, I'm too far awaaaaaaaaaayyyy....
Posted by:
Jeri at 6/04/2006 8:37 PM
Cecilia
Posted by:
Anonymous at 6/05/2006 8:38 AM
Good luck in the future.
ztwyuoag (I feel like I've summoned an Elder God.)
Posted by:
Rob S. at 6/05/2006 5:45 PM
It's so nice. I don't miss them at all.
Posted by:
Jeri at 6/06/2006 1:12 PM
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