I am returned from my quickie little jaunt to Portland. It is a ridiculously short flight - about 45 minutes in a tiny, little shuttle plane - the wait at the airport is twice the length of the actual trip. From the Portland airport, it was a short MAX train ride to the hotel, where the convention was also being held. I had a lovely, large room all to myself (and it occured to me last night, that this was the first time I've ever stayed in a hotel by myself!) When the sun went down, you could see the city skyline out of my hotel windows, and a large, golden near-full moon out of the glass elevators.
The signing itself sped by and afterwards we dined at Jake's Famous Crawfish, which had pretty incredible seafood of all sorts. Yummy!
The return was also easy and uneventful - although I feel fairly fried. I had finished another cover that I sent off right before I left, and brought sketches to work on in the airport. I made a bit of headway - but I am exhausted I think... Wish I had TIME to take a few days off and re-juvinate a bit. (My grindstone-nose is feeling a bit raw). Maybe by summer.....?
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Wow, jet setting in a plane, staying in a hotel and signing your famous name !!! What does it feel to be a star ? ...
Golden apples of the moon!
And Happy Birthday anyway! ;)
Seems like you had a good time!
Happy birthday from me too!
Having stayed up until the wee hours these past few nights visiting and entering and posting and photographing and downloading and editing..whew..I had a taste of what your deadlines would be like!!!You must be exhausted for sure..I am!! Your first photo is magical!hugs
oops I forgot to mention that it was all the activity with the *Valentine hEaRtS
give-a-ways*...oh it was loads of fun!
What a conincidence! I just came back from out West and was driving East on the autobahn, when the (full?) moon started rising over the low hills ahead of me. It was so huge and so beautiful, I enjoyed every minute of the 45 minute ride. I tried to catch a picture from the hill by my home, but somehow the moon had moved on and didn't loom as huge and close anymore. So, thank you for catching him for me, a night or two earlier (I write this at almost 8pm on Saturday).
I hope you get a little special time all to yourself soon,
Merisi
Aren't you sumfin. Jaunting back and fro. Good for you. Congrats on your signing. How exciting!! Wow.
One memorable day I flew with a bunch of crazy illustrators on a little chartered plane from Raleigh to Asheville, North Carolina. We found out the airplane had a fully stocked liquor cabinet and thanks to our millionaire benefactor everything was complimentary. Before long the other artists were drunk and tempting fate by singing Buddy Holly songs. I’d have joined in but I’m thoroughly tone deaf. Just a silly memory to share.
If this is truly in the vicinity of your birthday, I hope you will have/have had a good celebration of it. I mean, I guess I have to take everyone's word on this.
Lovely photos!
You were working in the airport... I have been taking work around with me too, drawings to do on the train (which wobbles too much sometimes!), and some to do in the cafe while I am waiting to pick up Toby etc etc... a little extra here and there seems to ease the workload. Though mine is nothing like yours, I hope you see light soon and manage to take some time for yourself.
Happy Birthday!
Penny.
x
Belatedly a happy birthday to you!
Here to the moon, from one of my favorite novels:
"the laconic moon along the crumbled road"
"staring from the juniper, the peaked silver mask"
"once, above the pretty little plain of even, rose delicate veils of dust, in which Mr Gust did pirouettes"
"It's the most beautiful thing in life: depth of night and moon, hem of woods, silent gleaming waters far off in modest solitude"
Arno Schmidt, "Dark Mirrors"
(the third novel of the trilogy "Nobodaddy's Children",
Collected Early Fiction 1949 - 1964, volume 2
Translated by John E. Woods
(done so well, that I love Woods translation at least as much as the German original).
Published by Dalkey Archive Press, 1995
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