While Kevin was off hiking on his own… I treated myself to something special. I boarded a little red plane… And we flew to Denali. Click on any picture to embiggen. The peak on the left is Denali. That’s a glacier flowing through the center of the picture. We flew all the way around Denali…. Read more »
flying
Flying
Sleep-deprived, I got to the tiny Bromma airport at 7 this morning (a little Stockholm airport for short-distance flights), then learned my flight was delayed 2 hours. Two hours I could have been sleeping, if only there were prescient people who could warn us when a plane is about to go on the fritz. Such… Read more »
A Flying Post
At midnight ET, when this post is set to publish, I will (presumably) be in the sky, flying to France. You know what was invented in France? The flying trapeze! Obviously, this calls for a trapezey post. Warning! To those afraid of heights: this is a trapezey post! (Hello. Those of you who’ve been reading… Read more »
La la la la *flails*
The Spanish cover of Fire, published by Roca (click to enbiggen) —–> I always feel just a little bit sad right before a big work trip. I think it’s because of Bitterblue, or whatever my WIP is at the time. I just want to write her, and it’s hard to imagine being able to write… Read more »
A Bucket, a Bucket, My Kingdom for a Bucket
(Recently overheard in my household, pronounced by a person who had lost the bucket) If I could only bottle the way I feel when I’m driving to the airport at 4am, I would never be afraid of anything. The day before I travel tends to be a misery. I read The House at Pooh Corner… Read more »
Delta: the Universal Symbol for ‘Hi! How Can I Ruin Your Weekend?’
So, Lynyrd Skynyrd was at my gate at the airport on Friday morning. This did not make up for the fact that Delta was in an enormous snafu such that all flights were delayed and I couldn’t make my connecting flight and there were no seats on any later flights that could possibly get me… Read more »
The Florida Report
On Wednesday I was feeling a bit melancholy, and I’d also run out of bagels (possibly related). So I went for a walk to the bagel store, listening to sad Ani DiFranco songs on the way. When I got there, the bagel store was closed, so I walked to the grocery store, where the bagels… Read more »
