I'm running around like a decapitated chicken, trying to get things organized for my vacation, especially since work's breathing down my neck with two deadlines. I also have this ridiculous preference for returning to a home that's spotless, which has led to my scrubbing the toilet at 2 in the morning on past vacation departure dates. I'm hoping to avoid that this time around. But anyway, there's been a lot of literary planning going on as well:
I've given myself writing homework over the next week: polish "Gutter-wing" and finish an autumn-themed short story. Extra credit: play with ideas for a longer piece to work on during NaNoWriMo. I'm still not sure I'll be participating, but having a novel idea all prepped can't be a bad thing.
My destination is also the home of my favorite stationery store. I am picky about my longhand implements; the notebooks and pens I've found in the US just don't cut it. So I'll be stocking up on those.
I also have a nice mix of sf and romance paperbacks to read in the airport. It was a little odd, limiting my reading in the last couple of weeks to hardcovers only (since those are heavier and take up more luggage space), but whatever a girl's gotta do, yeah?
Note how I've gotten all of the above settled, but the toilet still needs cleaning...
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See, I'm pretty much the opposite when I'm travelling. I'm more likely to look up at the clock and say, "Hey, the airport shuttle's coming in an hour. Guess I should jump in the shower and throw some things into the suitcase, huh?"
I have no idea where I got it; my mom's the sort of person who has her bag packed like a week ahead. :P Of course, when I was younger I didn't own enough clothes to be able to pack a bag full of however many days' worth of stuff, and still have clothes to wear for the next week, or even few days, so that probably set in some habits. I think it's more that I'm just a champion procrastinator.
I hope you have a great vacation, whether or not the toilet is pristine before you leave. :)
Angie
I've done the last-minute packing thing, only to discover that I forgot crucial possessions. I've probably over-corrected.
And thanks! It was far too short a break, but just catching up on email feels rather like a Sisyphean task, so it must have been long enough.