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Shouldn't be writing blog entries at work...
Change is in the air. I don't know the shape of it, but ducks must be put in rows. So I scheduled my vacation time. Pretty much all of it, I will be taking most of September off. I feel like this is the last long trip I'll be allowed for a while, and that this is exactly what I should be doing. I have no money to pay for anything beyond the airline ticket, which I do not even have yet, and only the shadow of a plan.
This trip will in many ways echo the first, down almost to the dates. The plan is to start with Anderida Autumn Camp in Sussex, and end with Cauldron Camp in North Wales. In between I will pitch A Year in Albion to anyone who will listen. A crazy woman large as life in front of the people who will hopefully provide me with gainful employment and collaborative help, who has already made the investment and commitment of a scouting trip is hopefully a lot more credible than a faceless email from abroad. I will come, after all, with a Plan, a network of friends, and a track record of sorts. By then I should have my Patreon site up, and hopefully will have begun to make some money off my songs and early drafts of parts of the book I hope to write while I'm there.
So much is below the surface right now. Things I know and can't talk about, questions I don't have answers to. The cormorant dives deep when eyes are upon it.
Change is in the air. I don't know the shape of it, but ducks must be put in rows. So I scheduled my vacation time. Pretty much all of it, I will be taking most of September off. I feel like this is the last long trip I'll be allowed for a while, and that this is exactly what I should be doing. I have no money to pay for anything beyond the airline ticket, which I do not even have yet, and only the shadow of a plan.
This trip will in many ways echo the first, down almost to the dates. The plan is to start with Anderida Autumn Camp in Sussex, and end with Cauldron Camp in North Wales. In between I will pitch A Year in Albion to anyone who will listen. A crazy woman large as life in front of the people who will hopefully provide me with gainful employment and collaborative help, who has already made the investment and commitment of a scouting trip is hopefully a lot more credible than a faceless email from abroad. I will come, after all, with a Plan, a network of friends, and a track record of sorts. By then I should have my Patreon site up, and hopefully will have begun to make some money off my songs and early drafts of parts of the book I hope to write while I'm there.
So much is below the surface right now. Things I know and can't talk about, questions I don't have answers to. The cormorant dives deep when eyes are upon it.
