I've got a backlog of weekend excursions to tell you about, but the only thing I can think about until it's over is NaNoWriMo. So, if you want to hear about that?
I went to my first write-in tonight! Spain is a sparsely populated NaNo region, but there are a few of us in Madrid. Unfortunately, they meet up on Saturdays, which isn't itself a problem, except that I was out of town last week (Salamanca) and will be next as well (Granada) which is especially unfortunate, as it's the last few days of the month. But!
Yesterday I wrote >5000 words, and tonight I wrote >3000, so now I'm at 40,360 - more than two days ahead!
So... write-in. It was at Starbucks on C/ Las Infantas, and it was the first time I've been to Starbucks in Spain (really I don't think I've been in like 6 months, but I'm just as happy with café con leche) Anyway, we were 5 writers, taking up the couches in one corner of the lower level lounge with laptops (see what I did there?) except Excalibor had this spiffy ancient-looking typing machine. So... they were all really nice, and we had a great time racing our word counts in ~hour-long spurts from 5-9 pm. And I got 3,703 words written and crossed the 40,000 word line, which was more than my goal for the day. And I got to witness Excalibor win! That was also very cool.
The only things that would have made it better - mint mochas, and not having the gay guys making out to distract me from my last 300 words. That was awkward and disturbing and I'll stop talking about it.
'K then! Hope you don't mind my absence too much. Why should you? I've been sending postcards every other week or so and I have recieved 2 pieces of mail in almost three months. Seems a tad disproportionate... </rantito>
Hasta luego, un beso,
-Ganchi <3
(short for ganchillo, spanish for crochet, short for crochetgrl, my u/n = it makes sense)
4 comments:
For some reason, though I recall getting you my address, I don't recall getting mail form you.
Of course, now that I got dragged back out of Steubie by adverse circumstances, I wouldn't get anything you went there anyway...
And of course, I'd write back but that I never remembered because I never got mail (I'm not good at remembering to do things, ok? especially not when life is in chaos...). I'll have to send you a Christmas card.
Though I can't vouch for it getting there, I distinctly remember writing it. It was the most Spanglish and rambling postcard of them all.
Drat the mail system. We'll have to see if we can track it down. Email me anything you know (such as, what did you get as my address [in case I mis-typed it], etc.).
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