Unpacking, laundry, washing horse hair and packing for GRL, all in a few hours…
As I write this (not that I have anything else to do tonight), it is seven hours and 17 minutes to the ring of my alarm clock, the time I’ll have to get up in time to make my ferry, to catch my taxi, to get to my flight, which connects to another flight, which – after a thorough immigration at O’Hare – leads to yet another flight, before I arrive in Kansas City to grab an Uber to my hotel, where, on Thursday, we kick off another GRL Retreat, or in other terms, the most biggest and most wonderful LGBT reader-writer conference in the whole wide world. Now, if my SEO engine doesn’t complain about the meaning I just wrote, then there’s something wrong with da thing.
We spent the past four days in Switzerland, at my home town’s annual county/trade fair, complete with pigs and cows and sheep and horses and anything else a kid’s heart could desire: which would also include rides, candy and cheap toys… My son was in seventh heaven, at least every now and then, when us adults did not engage in idle conversation or buy grandpa a new KitchenAid mixer for his diet’s new smoothies. Those were the times when Sascha looked absolutely dreadful and bored to death…
But we had a great time, ate amazing food and I was planning the final details for my trip to Kansas City. Now, as I wrote in my blog last week, the three days before Switzerland were crazy hectic, and while Switzerland was nice and calm, for the most part, the never ending walking at a huge fair with extensive grounds, the huge amounts of people, the stop and go etc. made for perfect reasons to be absolutely and totally exhausted at night. We walked a good seven miles, every day. Among a good 30K others.
We got home at 4:30 pm and we’ve been unpacking, doing laundry and getting the week ahead ready ever since. While I may board a flight in ten hours, that doesn’t stop my husband from going to work or my son going to school. Not to mention that there’s extra preparations to be made given that he’ll be on his own all week, or that we have a double surgery planned on the day after my home-coming. yay!
I know, I know, your mind is probably totally zoned out by now of boredom, or – more likely – still thinking “washing horse hair?” And I can’t blame you. I would probably, too. So here’s a photo to give you an idea. Not more. I would have to kill you if i did. And that would be rather boring, wouldn’t it?
You’ll just have to watch this space and see. Next week, on Monday, I’ll be sharing some images with you. If you ask nicely. So, I wish I could tell you more, but I can’t. Instead, I’ll bore you just a tad more with my preparations for GRL: I have a reading and a Q&A session, and on Friday, I’ll host a game show with nine other author friends. There will be a raffle with amazing (I’m not kidding) prizes to be won, attendees get to ask us authors embarrassing questions, which we – in case we don’t dare answering them – will lead to a fun dare.
We’ll play Jeopardy, and the contestants get to win up to fifteen novels. I’m sponsoring GRL this year (again), with a lot of money, and I’ve not even done the math yet, but we’re looking at well over three grand by now.
The organizers of GRL do an amazing job, so I wanted to help them out. Whether that pays out or if it’s worth it in the long run? I don’t know. I’m not really in the ROI business, at least not with monetary regards.. There are other, more important, aspects to my authorship.
Which leads me to the final picture for the day, my half-packed suitcase. Time to get that ready, and finish packing before I hit the sack. It’s already 9:28 pm, I have less than seven hours before I have to get up and I’m already an hour short of what I need to sleep every day, so…
Ciao, have a great week, and if you’re going to GRL, come by my table or any of my events and say hi. I don’t bite, not even if you ask me…
Have a wonderful week!
PS: By the time this is published, I’ll hopefully be on my way to 30,000 feet, on my first flight from Gothenburg to Frankfurt, from where I’ll fly to Chicago.