Hello friends! I’m back!!
Yes, I was gone for a rather long time. And I do apologize for that absence. I have plenty of excuses, but that’s all that they are, so we’ll just leave them unsaid, shall we?
For the last half of February, I devoted myself to finishing the re-write of Fighter One. Of course, I failed somewhat spectacularly in getting it done before we left for vacation on March 2. I feel a little bad about it, but life exploded right before I left (when the client is visiting from Australia, you work late, because he’s only there for a limited time and there’s lots to do). In fact, thus far I’m 3/3 on clients visiting the week before I go on holiday. So clearly, if we need the client to come at a specific time, I should book a trip for the week after.
Vacation was a wonderful break, although it had some challenges of it’s own. Not, as I expected, to do with hoteling right between mom and dad, and my sister and her boyfriend: traveling with the whole family actually went surprisingly well and was a lot of fun. No, the challenges had to do with wi-fi being slow (which in itself was okay, as I got a nice break being forced to disconnect), a fire at the resort, and the cold Mark and I both caught right before we left to come home.
Yes, we caught a cold. And there was an electrical fire at the resort, which was just an adventure for us, but ended up shutting off power to half the rooms. The worst part for us was that the pool bar had no blender, so we could only get drinks on the rocks there. Sad. Seriously, though, everyone was okay, although a few people had to go to the hospital for observation, and several people were displaced for a night or two. My sister and her boyfriend bunked with us so that a family with two young girls could have their room rather than having to leave. And our new friend from Calgary (we met him at Carribean night!) and his wife got to live in their ‘bat cave’ (what they termed their powerless hotel room) for a few nights.
I will say this: the resort and the staff were wonderful, the food was amazing, and everyone handled the fire with good humour and maturity. Although it made things hard for people, it also pulled some people together, and I think we made better friends of our resort mates because of it than we would have otherwise. I can’t wait to go back!
Now that I am home, I’ve spent the last week recovering from the Mexico cold that still hasn’t left me (fortunately it was only a cold and nothing worse) and I think I might be on the mend. Writing will be slow for the rest of the month as I catch up with house chores and other things that got put off for the frantic novel finishing spree, and then by the cold. So hopefully I will be back in the saddle come April, for Camp NaNo. Who knows?