On the one hand, it’s hard to believe it was only a week ago that I was in Banff, since it seems like so much longer. But on the other hand, it feels like it was just yesterday. I’ve more or less gotten back into the swing of things, at least as far as work is concerned, but I don’t really feel like I’ve adjusted. I genuinely miss it, not least of all because circumstances and my own laziness have contributed to my getting practically nothing written this week. Not even the short story that seemed to have a little momentum behind it my last couple of days at the Centre.
I don’t remember missing Las Vegas nearly halfway this much the last time I actually went on vacation.
But, anyway, it’s Friday if nothing else. I hope to spend the weekend line-editing some stories for Kaleidotrope and maybe even working on some layout. Maybe do some writing. Maybe even watch a movie. I haven’t watched a movie in a few weeks. Mostly just relaxing.
I think it’s a combination of being in the mountains, surrounded by scenery, and being in an environment that just oozes ‘we want you to write/dance/sing/paint/whatever.’ It’s strange to be surrounded by so many people all working on something artistic, and I find it really…well, inspiring. It’s nice to be in a place where people ‘get’ what you’re trying to do.