Last weekend turned out to be a veritable study of Murphy’s Law. Between failed plans, delayed flights, crazy (by West Coast standards) weather and what can only be described as city shock compounded by jetlag, it was an interesting trip to the Big Apple. You know you’re on a strange planet when the souvenir shop clerk glares haughtily at the obvious tourist and gives her a sour ItolerateyoubecauseIcan’tslapyou smile when she comes up to the cash register to pay for her purchase, the cab driver refuses her fare because the destination is too far, and the bus driver lets her on for spare change, seeing her obvious distress in the middle of the night. Total role reversal there from what I’m used to. Strange, strange city.
Things I learned in New York City: Expect the unexpected. If you’re claustrophobic, this city is not for you. When they say New York never sleeps, they mean it. Taxi cabs don’t go everywhere in Manhattan from everywhere in Manhattan. Hotel concierges don’t always tell the truth, so do your research beforehand. A city can be sparkling clean no matter what its size. Plan for the weather and don’t forget your sense of humor!
So now that I’m back home, what am I going to do, you ask? My answer is: same thing I’ve done before I left. My inspiration has been sorely lacking of late and with the holidays coming up I can make up tons of excuses not to sit down and write. I have ideas swirling in my head but none of them have anything to do with what I’m currently working on. I’ve resigned myself to the sad fact that Blood Trails will be going through another edit (don’t ask why, I just can’t seem to let this dog lie…) hopefully before the year is through. And as soon as I figure out what to do with Blood Debts, that will be getting finished as well. If my muses are merciful it will get done before I start on something new again…