Re: Bitterblue travel: I’ll be in Sweden (Stockholm and Kristianstad/Malmö), Spain (at least Madrid, not sure beyond that yet), France (Paris), and the Netherlands (at least Amsterdam) in September — it’s official, my transatlantic flights are booked — and I’ll post more details when I have them. Re: blogginess: There are a few updates I… Read more »
I’m losing my mind
You Know You’re Tired…
… when you find yourself fascinated by random shapes in your hotel room. Lamps. Mirrors. The corner. My editor encouraged me to take lots of pictures while I’m on tour, and post them on my blog. This may not be what she meant. Oh well. She knows I’m a little bit weird 🙂 The tour… Read more »
Nobody Understands Me
Me at the local yummy vegetarian foodie place (Life Alive. Stupid name, delicious food. Also, no, I am not a vegetarian): I’d like the Romantic Wrap. Please add eggs and greens.The guy: The Romantic Wrap, add eggs and beets?Me: Eggs and greens.The guy: I’m afraid we don’t have any beans.Me: GREENS! I WANT GREENS! ***My… Read more »
I Choose This As the Subject Line
When I’m really, really tired and trying to juggle too many balls (metaphorically), sometimes my short-term memory completely vanishes. For example, I’ll be walking along the street, see the cash machine, and think to myself, “Maybe I should get some cash just in case I need it at the airport tomorrow. Should I? Shouldn’t I?… Read more »
O______,
Hello everyone. This is your friendly author Kristin here. I wanted to let you all know that I have lost my mind. Here is an emoticon of me standing next to my disembodied head. I am thinking of using it as a soccer ball. /|/ O Here is an emoticon of me bravely using my… Read more »
Boring as Nails
There are times when I wander around feeling like I have way too many things I want to blog… and then, the more I think about it, the more I realize I’m wrong about that, because all those shiny topics basically break down like this: 40% things that are too personal for blogging. 40% things… Read more »
In Which the Author Gives Herself Over to the Floopy
There are times when I wish I had a butler. If I had a butler, I wouldn’t have to figure out how to pack for a month-long trip to Bologna, Amsterdam, Antwerp, Paris, Madrid, Barcelona, Lisbon, and Florida in suitcases small enough not to make me crazy on all those airplanes and trains, and, in… Read more »
