On fake jetlag, writing and Paris
If you ever want to know what it feels like to travel to the other side of the world, but don’t have the time or money to do so, then allow me to suggest that you take the overnight bus from London to Inverness. The feeling of exhaustion, plus the desperate need to sleep during the daytime upon returning, has given me the sort of jetlag that I’ve only ever experienced after flights to or from Australia and New Zealand.
A little over twenty four hours after returning from France I’ve more or less shaken the tiredness off, which is just as well as I have a very busy week’s travels for work coming up. In that time, a major highlight has been sorting through my Paris photos and uploading a selection of them – we were only there overnight on our journey home but managed to pack a lot in. The whole set from the trip, incidentally, is here.
I’ll be putting finger to keyboard with a few bits and pieces of what we got up to in France, but as a sneak preview it involved sunshine, castles and industrial quantities of delicious French cheese.
That won’t be all written up for a few weeks, though, as I have mullet-related writing to do. Yes, despite my promise to myself that I’d finish my draft of my second book finished before going to France, I failed. I’m nearly there though – perhaps 80-90% finished – so am not feeling too bad about missing what was after all an entirely self-imposed date. I think I might be done in a month or two, but given my past record I reckon it would tempting fate to announce another deadline.
On with the writing then. If the post-holiday blues and general work busyness don’t get in the way.
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