I've been neglecting the blog badly of late, and it's not because I found the meaning of life while stuffing envelopes.
It's been partly the frenzy of getting ready to go overseas, partly the frenzy of working what seems like every day at the dayjob, and partly the fact that I haven't been writing. It's harder to write here when I'm not writing fiction — after a while life starts to seem too drab to bother talking about. Which, yes, is a touch ironic, because when I'm not writing I have more time to actually leave the house. I never claimed to be rational, you know.
Because of the lack of writing, I'm actually itching to start writing again. Just in time for my relaxing holiday tramping around the Himalayas, when I plan to have no time for writing what with all the brain-breaking sightseeing and cultural appreciation.
I'm hoping this means I come back from Bhutan fired up and re-energised and full of fiction. I am planning on writing a novel set in a pseudo or real Bhutan, but I think I'll start that one much later, after the trip has had time to settle. The novel on the cards when I come home is the faerie novel. (Oh yes. It's obligatory. Every fantasy writer must at some stage in her career write a novel what has faerie in it.)
In the meantime, I need to fit all of this:
It looks easier in the photos than it does from here.