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megwritesBack from vacation in Las Vegas. One good thing about being a writer is that you officially are never truly at a loss for something to do. Even while waiting in airports or on long, long plane rides. As long as you either have a laptop or at least a notebook and pen, you're good to go. You'd be amazed at how much writing you can get done when you're trapped on a plane for five hours. Even on JetBlue where they have the TVs on the back of the seats.
I love me some TV, but wow. Between the hours of 10am and 4pm, TV is pretty much a wasteland, innit?
I actually got most of the way through one whole chapter, and I've got to type it in and do the usual fiddling around. It doesn't feel like my most brilliant writing ever, but it got done.
Today, though, I'm taking the day off because I'm still very dizzy and I'm jet lagged from being on the wrong side of the country for five days.
No offense to them that live on the west coast, particularly in the southwest - but how in the name of Betty frakkin' Brown do you not go around with constant nosebleeds? How do your pools not evaporate an hour after you fill them?
It's like the entire state of Nevada is basically a giant dryer that's always on high. Your frickin' mountains even look like giant pointy piles of lint from the air. And I don't know who's running the joint, but somebody needs to throw a dryer sheet into that mess because I couldn't even look at something metal without being electrocuted. "Oh, look, here's a metal thing. GAH! MY RETINAS! MY BEAUTIFUL RETINAS!" In fact, I propose to rename Nevada from The Silver State to The Vandergraph State. Just so people have fair warning.
Dehydration plus jet lag was not fun, let me tell you. I woke up feeling dried out, bleary, groggy, and disoriented my first morning there. It was like the city of Vegas comped me a free hangover so I wouldn't have to bother actually drinking any alcohol first. Generous of them.
So, I'll moisturize for the day and rest, but tomorrow it's back to the salt mines.
I love me some TV, but wow. Between the hours of 10am and 4pm, TV is pretty much a wasteland, innit?
I actually got most of the way through one whole chapter, and I've got to type it in and do the usual fiddling around. It doesn't feel like my most brilliant writing ever, but it got done.
Today, though, I'm taking the day off because I'm still very dizzy and I'm jet lagged from being on the wrong side of the country for five days.
No offense to them that live on the west coast, particularly in the southwest - but how in the name of Betty frakkin' Brown do you not go around with constant nosebleeds? How do your pools not evaporate an hour after you fill them?
It's like the entire state of Nevada is basically a giant dryer that's always on high. Your frickin' mountains even look like giant pointy piles of lint from the air. And I don't know who's running the joint, but somebody needs to throw a dryer sheet into that mess because I couldn't even look at something metal without being electrocuted. "Oh, look, here's a metal thing. GAH! MY RETINAS! MY BEAUTIFUL RETINAS!" In fact, I propose to rename Nevada from The Silver State to The Vandergraph State. Just so people have fair warning.
Dehydration plus jet lag was not fun, let me tell you. I woke up feeling dried out, bleary, groggy, and disoriented my first morning there. It was like the city of Vegas comped me a free hangover so I wouldn't have to bother actually drinking any alcohol first. Generous of them.
So, I'll moisturize for the day and rest, but tomorrow it's back to the salt mines.
