Blogging may get sparse in the next week or so, as the revision deathmarch loometh. I just want to be done with this draft, so I can inflict it on my tortured faithful beta readers and just ignore it, for a little while. My head, she is running dry. I have lost all ability to evaluate a sentence for purty or even for comprehensibility.
In the meantime (because the best way to procrastinate is external stress, don't you know?), I've been thinking about a holiday to Bhutan.
Initially I thought about putting the trip off until October, for a variety of reasons, but recently I began questioning the wisdom of that. If not now, when? The trip is not going to get any cheaper for waiting. Last night I almost signed up, money on the counter. Then I realised that I would have to travel via Bangkok and, for reasons that are lost in the shadows of time and may never have had any foundation anyway, I am terrified of Bangkok. Honestly, it's completely irrational and I don't know why, but there it is.
So: tell me your (wondrous) stories of Bangkok.1
- Nasty stories need not apply, except if you really desperately want to warn me away from the city you can say "don't go, 4 srs" — but any further details will only rob me of sleep and equanimity, and we none of us want that because I am quite badly sleep-deprived already today. [↩]
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I have never been to Bangkok. People who have, however, tell me that it smells bad.
/end lack of story.
Was that all they said? Bad odours I can handle, I'm sure.
Pretty much, yeah. They were only doing a stopover too, so they didn't really unpeel the city.
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