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I'm participating in NaNoWriMo this month, as you can see by the nifty little wordcount widget over to the right. Keep an eye on that puppy if you're interested in watching my progress -- I hope to post some more details about the book and the experience as the month goes on, but right now I am flat-out knackered from a long day at work, followed by writing 1800 words of prose that will, god willing, one day be part of a real, live book.
Melissa and I are quite evidently still pining away for #OMGLondon (also known as ActualEngland™). So when I heard that a local inn was going to be serving a special seating of a proper tea this weekend, I jumped on it and booked us a table.
The Candleberry Inn is a lovely little B&B on historic Route 6A in Brewster, just one town over from my hometown of Dennis. I had been to one of their teas before -- they only do them a few times a year, on special holidays when they can be reasonably sure of enough warm bodies to make it worth their while -- so I knew that these were people who did the thing right.
I've been eyeing the Threads of Feeling exhibit at the Foundling Museum in London ever since I heard about it a month ago, and have, in fact, been seriously considering timing my next trip to London specifically to coincide with its run.
It never fails. As soon as I start writing lots and lots at work, my personal writing drops off like a thing that drops off really fast.
We're battening down the hatches here on Cape Cod for tomorrow's scheduled appearance of Hurricane Earl (or, as my more geeky friends are calling it, "URL"). It's got quite a few of us concerned, especially those happy few residents of Nantucket, where the eye of the storm is projected to pass over.
