BUT ANYWAY! Lets talk about that time I took my puppy (soon enough she'll grow into the title of "young dog", but not yet- NAY NOT YET) to the beach for a week in winter.
My mother and I ventured into the depths of apparently one of the most beautiful places in the world, and specifically Australia, packing the car and three pets for a two week hiatus from the internet and stresses of daily life. I packed around eighteen books. You know the type of holiday. The horrors when one of the animals starts to get unsettled during a three hour trip. Sacrificing your doona for your books. Your "foods to make" list being mostly comprised of cookies and cakes and sweet things. The lasanga's that never get made. That sort of thing.
Said puppy got into the habit of sitting in front of the gas heater as we turned it on. She knew what was going on.
But the best part? Was when I came home. (Well actually about a day after I got home, but I regress.) Which happened to be a week early. You know when you're away and you suddenly long for home and think it out and just realise you're ready with being away, and you'll still be on holiday if you're at home and ensure you make being home a holiday. There's nothing stopping you. So you go home. And that's the best part of your holiday?
That happened and I have NO REGRETS. Especially when my sleep pattern at the moment was only becoming more distressing with every night away.
Stormy beaches are my favourite beaches. Tis a truth.
You may recall I mentioned I was entering an agenting contest whilst I was away. The deadline for hearing back on that has passed and unfortunately I didn't hear back, although I experienced the horrible-yet-wonderful anonymous critiques that editors tweeted and tried to pick my manuscript out via age group and genre. It was thrilling yet, as I say, kind of horrible. In a mostly good way. But it was a lot of fun and I'm so glad I entered and polished my work for it, and now I'm able to get in touch with my critique partners and share my work and I'm really happy about that. And we know what happens then.
So I did want to recap the books I read whilst away, but I don't want this to run on (especially when I have so few pictures!), so I'll put that into an upcoming post.
P.S. Kastie loved the beach, by the way. I think. She loved our morning walks along it. Or she loved the puppy milk she knew she would get on return.