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Oct. 25th, 2011 02:37 pmI know I'm in California. It feels like home.
Woke up yesterday in Oxfordshire. Drank coffee.
Steve drove us to Heathrow. We drank coffee. I wrote a thousand words of Pandaemonium, while Jules read a book.
They let us on the plane. I drank gin, wine, bloody mary and coffee, and begged a sheet of paper from Jules to scribble words on. We both read a book. By coincidence, it's the same book. That may be the first plane in history to be carrying two copies of REAMDE and still get off the ground.
It landed, with a sigh of satisfaction, in San Francisco; and the nice immigration people let us in, and there were Karen and Laurie to meet us and drive us to Sunnyvale and take us out to dinner where I waspoked and prodded examined carefully by half a dozen of Karen's friends to check that I was real. I drank wine, nervous beneath this scrutiny.
And then we came home, and crawled to bed for it was about 6am our time and we'd been up for ever. And, um. I slept two hours, maybe? And then lay awake, and lay awake, and drowsed and semi-dreamed and hallucinated but was still very awake and aware; and I thought of an important scene for Pandaemonium and a new short story for Nature and the bones of a whole new novel that would be quite unlike anything I've ever written. And I might've got up at 2am, but that seemed silly; and I might've got up at 4am, but Karen was asleep on my shoulder; and I did get up at 6am, and so did Jules, only she has slept the night through, the ratfink. So here we sit at K's kitchen table, she's reading a book and me? I'm drinking coffee.
[EtA: oh, and one of those semi-dreams? Involved traffic. And everyone was driving on the American side of the road. Which is the first time that has ever happened in my head. I seem to have been assimilated...]
Woke up yesterday in Oxfordshire. Drank coffee.
Steve drove us to Heathrow. We drank coffee. I wrote a thousand words of Pandaemonium, while Jules read a book.
They let us on the plane. I drank gin, wine, bloody mary and coffee, and begged a sheet of paper from Jules to scribble words on. We both read a book. By coincidence, it's the same book. That may be the first plane in history to be carrying two copies of REAMDE and still get off the ground.
It landed, with a sigh of satisfaction, in San Francisco; and the nice immigration people let us in, and there were Karen and Laurie to meet us and drive us to Sunnyvale and take us out to dinner where I was
And then we came home, and crawled to bed for it was about 6am our time and we'd been up for ever. And, um. I slept two hours, maybe? And then lay awake, and lay awake, and drowsed and semi-dreamed and hallucinated but was still very awake and aware; and I thought of an important scene for Pandaemonium and a new short story for Nature and the bones of a whole new novel that would be quite unlike anything I've ever written. And I might've got up at 2am, but that seemed silly; and I might've got up at 4am, but Karen was asleep on my shoulder; and I did get up at 6am, and so did Jules, only she has slept the night through, the ratfink. So here we sit at K's kitchen table, she's reading a book and me? I'm drinking coffee.
[EtA: oh, and one of those semi-dreams? Involved traffic. And everyone was driving on the American side of the road. Which is the first time that has ever happened in my head. I seem to have been assimilated...]