Monday, 3 February 2014

Transit

Flight's delayed, which means an hour or so of watching the skies darken and trying not to buy more greasy fast food.

There's not much going on in the writing sphere, but plenty in the cultured drinking sphere.  

Cultured drinking?  What's that you ask?  Well, on Saturday I went to a fancy pants restaurant where the waitress paired wine up to enhance delicious food.  I had the best merlot ever... a shame I can't for the life of me recall what it was.  It was the desert wine that got to me, I think.  The next day, I felt positively awful.  I'm not even sure if I'm fully recovered now. 

Coming down to Brisbane a bit earlier for the monthly meeting always gives me a chance to hit the book shops.  This month, my conquest is Dangerous Women, an anthology of short stories about (wait for it) dangerous women written by ye old favourite fantasy writers.  I'm hoping it will give me even more pointers on how to write women.  Here goes.


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