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In which I am scheduled for Adventure
May. 6th, 2016 10:51 amThe second week in June, I will be heading up to Portland, to hang out with various other writerly types: that Ken Scholes fellow, and Shannon Page, and, y'know. Mark Ferrari. We are in hopes that some actual workstuff might arise from this. Also, legendary debauchery.
But! There's nothing so inherently mind-boggling about this; I have done it before, and it's barely worth announcing. Except that this time I'm not flying, because there is nothing fun about flying any more. I'm going up by train.
By Amtrak, indeed, with all its notorious delays. If all runs to schedule, it's a nineteen-hour journey through some tolerably awesome country. I expect to read and drink and watch the world unreel, and very possibly not sleep at all, because hullo.
But! There's nothing so inherently mind-boggling about this; I have done it before, and it's barely worth announcing. Except that this time I'm not flying, because there is nothing fun about flying any more. I'm going up by train.
By Amtrak, indeed, with all its notorious delays. If all runs to schedule, it's a nineteen-hour journey through some tolerably awesome country. I expect to read and drink and watch the world unreel, and very possibly not sleep at all, because hullo.