Went to the Renn Faire this weekend with a smaller contingency of friends than initially planned, but it worked out well. Less fretting about which shows to hit. Less neurosis. The best bits were a Russian gypsy violinist, some amazing birds of prey at the hawk show, petting the greyhounds, seeing the joust. . .any of the bits with animals and music, really. There was a good acrobatic troupe. Nothing crazy happened, just a warm, sunny day hanging out with my friends looking at stuff I want but can’t afford. When the faire was over, we went to a pub and had my first Cornish pastie.
I love Cornish pasties.
Didn’t write anything yesterday. Boo. Bad show. I could’ve at least thrown some pity words down on the page. Tonight is another writing sprint. I need to have, omg. I honestly need to have this stupid thing done by, like, Friday night. Crazy. Cause I need to start on the next story this weekend, because next weekend I’ll be in San Diego and won’t get anything done.
Work today is slow. Would I ever love to be working from home (not happening any time soon).