Early morning

It's darned bright at these early-morning hours. Who knew? Woke up 10 minutes before the alarm went off at 8am.

Still haven't opened the suitcase, although I've started making piles of things to pack. Good thing, too, since I'm leaving in an hour and a half.

Off to put water on for tea, will scald the body with hot liquids both outside and in...

Over-vampired

What a long flight to Chicago!

I'm used to the Madrid-NY run, where two batteries for the portable, each lasting a bit less than 3 hours, will get me through the entire flight.

This was 2 hours longer, and I had intentionally not brought a book so as to force myself to get a bit of work done.

And I did manage to do some work, doing one trains-lation, buit mostly getting some actual writing done, much to my own surprise.

The strange thing is that both projects I worked on (both new) are about vampires.

The script of the first 9 pages of a vampire comic Sara and I are developing, and then 5 pages of a vampire erotica piece a French anthologist asked me for (I'm the token gay story, I think) that's due soon.

I'm not even a big fantaic of vampires, and backwhen I was editing the Regional Vampire Series for Cumberland House I pretty well managed to vampire msyelf out. But since I've had a few years to recover, it seems I'm able to face the subject once again.

I also wrote a thousand word squib/essay about Sant Jordi, and a noi (Catlaan for "boy") I met my first year in Spain, that was supposed to be a max of 500 words. Oops. Maybe I can reuse it elsewhere if it's too long, like in a gay paper like FRONTIERS next Spring...

And then brainstormed and wrote a few pages longhand of two or three fantasy stories I might continue with at some point.

A productive/generative flight, I guess. Although they usually are for me.