As I lie on my upper bunk in my Yotel cabin at Heathrow, waiting for my morning flight home, I type into several files. One is the GX story I started writing yesterday after completely pitching the one I had in progress (2000 words, every single one of them wrong). Another is the fully detailed Buffyverse Big Bang ficathon proposal, with dates and ( Read more... )

Bleah. Head cold. Bleah. Sore throat. Bleah. One more day, which we will spend in London, and I don't particularly want to spend it whimpering ( Read more... )

Avebury > Stonehenge in all ways. Though it is nice to have seen the site, the experience is very managed and packaged. At Avebury, you trod through mud + sheep poo right around a huge circle. Slide down slick chalk paths and fetch up with your chin on a giant stone sticking out of the ground. Way cool + creepy ( Read more... )

Glastonbury Tor: makes me want to write more stories set there. Right, then! The Tor is worth a special trip, I think.

Have now conquered the task of navigating on English roads while TW drives. The resemblance to New England and, say, rural Massachusetts, is impressive. More later.

Me: Still alive.
truwest: Still putting up with me ( Read more... )

Taking a few hours off from vacation to hunker down in a distressingly twee cafe and commit crossover fic. Icon is the hint. Do wish I could spend my vacation doing exactly this, but I guess it would be a bit of a waste of a plane flight. Will wander down south somewhere later to let a few paintings vibe at me. Feed the Turner urge, see some ( Read more... )

Indeed, I now know where the Watchers go to drink. Drank port, got a little squiffy, mellowed out. Listened to the educated voices at the next table talk about routes through the west Indies and shipping. I swear I've been in a place just like that before, somewhere in Cambridge. Cambridge, Mass, that is, a city old enough to have interesting ( Read more... )

Oh, Stephen Fry, you witty, witty man ( Read more... )

Highgate Cemetery tour. Next time you're in London. Do it.

Our tour guide was a goth self-described cemetery nerd with dyed hair and a huge gold thing dangling from one ear. He talked about Hammer horror films and advertising on monuments, and Julius Beer's final finger to Victorian society. And he gave us a view into one of the mausoleums by ( Read more... )

1. Fewer germs.
2. Euston station.
3. sahiya!
4. Lunch.
5. "Some British museum, or, or the British Museum, I'm not sure."
6. Early dinner.7. Theater, and the uses of the framing story in enlisting the audience as your willing accomplice ( Read more... )