Tripping over My Trip

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OK, I’ve teased it enough this week…I’m going to talk about my trip! It was amazing, and if I had a travel bug before, it’s morphed into a full-fledged raging infection.

Hmm. That didn’t sound as poetic as I had hoped. Strike that, moving on.

I went to London and Edinburgh, two places I have been dying to see since, well, forever. Edinburgh more recently, admittedly, but I kept seeing shows that took place there, and I couldn’t get over the beauty of a city with a castle visible from everywhere.

First it was London. I live in a big city, so the vastness of London wasn’t surprising to me. Neither were the crowds in general, though the density of the crowds near the hot tourists items — Westminster specifically — kept me from seeing the Thames even when I was no more than 100 feet away. They were humanity on humanity crowds, people shoving, people bumping, people using up all the air in an outdoor space. I decided that if I ever really want to see all of the London icons, I’ll go in the middle of winter.

But I did get close enough to take this photo.

IMG_2513And then we darted for the nearest Tube station to get us out of the madness. That same day, as we headed to the National Portrait Gallery, we happened across a ceremony for new police cadets in Trafalgar Square.

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And after we escaped the intense crowds near Westminster, we headed off to the infamous Portobello Road, which used to be the place of wall-to-wall antique shops, but now has more of a flea-market vibe. It was a relaxing walk down, and the best part was that it wasn’t crowded at all, at least not in comparison. And the street itself is beautiful. Of course, all the streets are beautiful, it’s London, where something could easily be 400 years old without even trying.

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There were all kinds of interesting things to be seen, including some extremely antique steampunk clocks with industrial parts. I wish I could have snapped a picture of those, but they were inside a shop, and it seemed a little, well rude. One was similar to this clock:

and given that that one is listed at 28,000 pounds, it’s no wonder the shop owner wouldn’t tell us what it cost.

So that’s a little taste of the London portion, all on that first Monday we were there. Monday ended with a lovely dinner with blogger SloopJonB, who does, in fact, exist in person (and visit his blog). I’m completely out of order, but I guess I’m still a bit discombobulated.

So tomorrow we’ll talk about one of the most amazing parts of the trip, a guided tour we took to Bath, Lacock and Stonehenge. It was phenomenal.

Overall, though, I have to say that just being away from the norm has me overflowing with new thoughts and new ideas. Seeds have been planted.

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A Dark Tale of Blogging

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Here we are, writers and readers, in this vast virtual space. We put our work out there, and most of the time, we expect to stay out there, exactly where we left it.

Well, that’s not always the case.

Before I go on about my trip — and I promise there will be much going on about my trip — I wanted to mention a friend of mine, who I actually met in person while traveling, so it’s all in the same sort of pocket of things. He goes by the handle of SloopJonB, and you’ve probably seen him comment on this blog, because he does it regularly.

So hang on to your keyboards, bloggers who are reading these words, because this tale is about to take a chilling turn. Or chilling for a blogger, at any rate.

Suddenly, without warning, SloopJonB’s blog was gone. Just gone. As in not a trace of it anywhere. Vanished into the ether.

And all his posts disappeared with it. Along with his followers. So you probably see where I’m going with this.

I’m hoping that you, you lovely visitors and followers alike, could perhaps go visit his new blog, Writing Wibble, and show it a little love. I mean, can you imagine building up your blog just to lose the whole thing?

I think I just got goosebumps.

And besides, he is an excellent writer with very good taste. I mean, he loved my books, clearly he has his head on straight. This is also probably where I should remind everyone to back up their work and take it offline, but that’s a bit hypocritical on my end as I haven’t done that yet. Hmm. Perhaps I should.

Anyway, that is the plug for the day. And the warning, I guess. Happy and safe blogging to all.

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The Return Return Return

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Why hello again. Yes, you, hypothetical reader. I am, indeed, talking to you. Hi there. Hello. Yes, I really am here, typing away at my blog. It is not a mirage. It is not a drill.

I admit that I may have been a bit seduced by the somnolence of summer.  And then there was my big trip, which I’ll talk about later in the week. And my recovery from my big trip, which I’ll probably talk about ad nauseum.

But it’s that time again, that back-to-school time, and no matter how old you get, when the notebooks and pencils and rows of slick boxes of crayons with their excited perfect posture line the shelves, it’s time to get serious. In the immortal words of that mystic Florence and her trusty Machine, the dog days are over.

Metaphorically,  of course, because it’s going to be over 90 again here in Chicago, and that’s pretty laze-inducing, which is where I think the phrase originates, but I can’t be sure because I’m reduced to writing this on my phone while my computer updates and my tablet…well I don’t know what’s going on with my tablet, but it has some kind of amnesia because it thinks it’s two-and-a-half weeks ago.

What’s that, hypothetical reader?  I’m digressing? Just like old times, my friend, just like old times.

I have returned a bit renewed, and more than a little inspired. I think there should be some kind of travel program for writers, a sponsored way to see the world so that we can create new ones with fresh ideas. There is so much beyond our small bubbles. So many people leading similar lives or lives that seem completely foreign. So many bridges to build.

Like my computer, I think I have finished updating. Let the countdown to new work and new seasons begin.

Check out  my full-length novels,  Her Cousin Much Removed,  The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management and Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only), and the sequel, Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) which is now available!

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