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camrogersGatwick. Attempting to tap their wifi. Spent most of today on trains. A tad knackered. Three hour flight to Helsinki, navigate the bus system, catch up with J, shower and probably crash.
Net speed is better here I think. Might attempt to upload the last half of the Museum and Bridge albums.
I have no idea what time we fly to Berlin tomorrow. Was under the impression it was early-ish.
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cavalorn last night, actually. I think he and Dmetri would really hit it off.
Still no word on the cabin. It may not happen. Shame, but then half of Helsinki is a great big pine forest. Very much down with the idea of days spent hidden in it somewhere with a laptop, a thermos, sandwiches, and this goddamnmotherfucking manuscript. I mean, my art.
One of the things Adrian and I talked about was about the whole well-refilling thing when it comes to creating for a living. Been about as bone dry and sore as it's possible to be for a really long time. Noticed that nothing's really fazed me for a while now. Not working for the trip (despite the occasional token argh), not the technicalities, not volcanoes, not finding myself outside London by accident on a day when time's critical. It's all good. Still, I've yet to face the Terrible Finnish Language Barrier, but... eh. My only real concern is the fact that I havent yet hit on a hook for an article. Gotta be one there though.
Net speed is better here I think. Might attempt to upload the last half of the Museum and Bridge albums.
I have no idea what time we fly to Berlin tomorrow. Was under the impression it was early-ish.
It was good talking writing with
cavalorn last night, actually. I think he and Dmetri would really hit it off. Still no word on the cabin. It may not happen. Shame, but then half of Helsinki is a great big pine forest. Very much down with the idea of days spent hidden in it somewhere with a laptop, a thermos, sandwiches, and this goddamnmotherfucking manuscript. I mean, my art.
One of the things Adrian and I talked about was about the whole well-refilling thing when it comes to creating for a living. Been about as bone dry and sore as it's possible to be for a really long time. Noticed that nothing's really fazed me for a while now. Not working for the trip (despite the occasional token argh), not the technicalities, not volcanoes, not finding myself outside London by accident on a day when time's critical. It's all good. Still, I've yet to face the Terrible Finnish Language Barrier, but... eh. My only real concern is the fact that I havent yet hit on a hook for an article. Gotta be one there though.
