Well, it’s 9:30 p.m. GMT, and the nearest internet access is in a hotel bar featuring cigar smoke, businessmen who can’t hold their liquor, and mad, mad, maddening Eurobeats. This explains why I never catch up on my e-mail.
I’m off to Seattle tomorrow, then it’s on to SoCal a couple of days later. Add in the trip to Marrakech last weekend (where I outlined a story that gave me The Feeling, as in The Feeling That This Story Could Find a Home Outside My Laptop, as in I Actually Know How It Ends), and I’ve got 31 hours on a plane inside two weeks. I think the word I’m looking for is “Yipes”. Or maybe “Gigantic Irresponsible Carbon Footprint”. Oh, wait — that’s four words.
Anyway, Seattle = internet access, so if I owe you e-mail, expect one soon.
Also, I’m gonna burn a hole in my Flickr account with stuff like this: