Today, the majority of what I have to talk about is traveling and logistics, not writerly concerns, so feel free to skip ahead (when there's actually something to skip to). I hope to entertain some of you with my haplessness, though.
Left earlier than I needed to today for the airport and had my bag checked by a butterfly. Oh, Halloween. Spent a lot of time wandering around the concourse, just keeping myself in motion, which after the cumulative walking of the day ended up turning into a blister. Really, I need to learn how to hold still. I also bought lens cleaner - you know, for glasses? - for my laptop screen. Because wow, really?
I had not just one but two heart attacks before boarding today. First, I was called up for a passport check, which turned out to be routine. Second, the woman scanned my boarding pass, I was halfway to the walkway, and then she said, "Wait a minute, miss .." asked me what seat I was in, and commenced serious-looking computer manipulation. Net result: I ended up with a seat closer to the front of the plane. (Window, of course: I love the ability to look out, even when it's cloudy.)
I spent an inordinate amount of time on the flight trying to come up with a name for Kit's future boyfriend. Nothing seems to mesh ... and then as I'm sitting here, I suddenly realize that Alistair (or some spelling variant) would be perfect. Thank you, brain.
Next up, made an utter idiot of myself at customs. Asked the first agent if I had to pay any duties on the books; he assured me it would be handled further down the line. The second agent said no ... and then I wondered if I'd heard his condition right, so I ran back and asked again. Got a full explanation. Sure he thought I was nuts.
Toronto was as drear and rainy as Ohio. It was a longish (and expensive - oww) drive to the hotel, and unsurprisingly, the conference setup is in early phases, so I decamped to the attached food court for Thai food, then back to Starbucks for a ginger cookie and what is going to have to pass for breakfast. (No, not another cookie. Stop looking at me like that.)
(If I wrote with half as many parantheses as when I'm just casually writing, I would be edited to death.)
Looking forward to tomorrow!