I don’t know where I am.
Okay, yeah, I’m in Portland, I know that. But this morning I was in Seattle (or, Redmond), and tomorrow I’m driving to San Francisco, and Friday we drove up to Seattle (or, Redmond), and, well, it’s feeling very drive-ish in my universe right now. Where, for the week leading up to that, it was feeling very write-ish. I wrote 20,000 words last week, then suddenly unplugged and had a lovely social (non-writing) fun weekend at Foolscap.
Foolscap report in brief: Jay and I and Jennifer Brozek were on a panel about collaborative writing; many, many calories were consumed; I met handfuls of fun new friends, and hung out with more handfuls of fun old friends; embarrassing things were tweeted (though not by me); I somehow wound up with more books; Hawaiian shirts were on display; some more calories were consumed (of both the liquid and solid variety); and we won’t even talk about the Yeti thing. Trust me: you don’t want to know.
And…yeah. Tomorrow I drive. Tuesday, back at work. Sigh. It was a most excellent week off… 🙂