Slaving away in paradise
As I may have mentioned, I’m at Left Coast Crime in Hawaii, on the big island of Kona. Although from what I’ve seen of the place, I might as well have been in some well-watered resort anywhere in throwing distance of the equator. Without any imput on my part, the planners (Judy Greber and Louise Ure) gave me panels in the afternoons, which leaves mornings free to put words on a page. Or a screen. So that’s what I’ve been doing: Monday a lot of organizational prep work, Tuesday 3000 words, Wednesday 2200, and with luck another 2000 today. So the book is creeping towards the first-draft halfway point, and in the afternoons I do my panel and then I’m free to have drinks in the bar with friends–including two long-time readers, Alice and Merrily, joined Monday by two other friends-of-friends whom I had never met but with whom I have an odd and convoluted relationship, one of them having been very close to the academic whose last name was given (without her knowledge) to Mary Russell.
And lovely food, in the company of devout foodie Rob from Poisoned Pen Press, and I have to say, it’s always more fun to have dinner with someone who just adores what he’s eating.
So I’m working, I’m having fun, I’m drinking more than I have in months, and I’m in a warm, beautiful place with colleagues and friends. If that ain’t paradise, I’m not sure what is.
Aloha, and–mahalo (thanks), for making this possible.