June 25th I left for England. I had this fear that I’d get off the plane and spend hours just standing around at the airport wondering what to do. But somehow, it wasn’t all that hard to get around. I’ve heard it said that when you travel abroad it changes you forever and I think that must be true. We found ourselves walking the streets seeing so much history and loving it. We also noticed that we didn’t talk much when out, I think because we wanted to be a part of them.
The only day I felt homesick was July 4th. I missed celebrating. It’s always been my favorite holiday. In England we didn’t think they’d like it much if we partied, so we bought take out at Victoria Station and went back to our room at the hotel.
The writing conference in Leicester was grand. I meet many warm and friendly writers. Even though we talked different we were very much alike. I’ll always remember how friendly they were and hope to stay in touch.
The night after we got back from England I met with my editor in Dallas about the book I just turned in. As soon as we settle on a title for this one I’ll be talking about it. I’m excited.
The next morning we headed back home. At the first gas station, I fell hard. For a moment I just lay there thinking I had to have broken something as bad as I hurt. But, I’m fine, just bruised from head to toe. I walked past a librarian this morning and said, “I’m back from England.” She took one look at me and commented, “Must have been a hard landing.”
Until next week,
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