This weekend.

This weekend I am going to Melbourne for the Emerging Writers' Festival.  I booked my ticket weeks ago then called one of my old school friends who lives in St Kilda and asked if I could stay in her spare room for a couple of nights.  She said yes, but that she was going to be away, so we'd talk later about the logistics.  I called her last week to arrange everything but it turns out she had already left on her trip.  So PJ, bless him, has booked me a hotel room in the city, just down the road from where the Festival is being held.  On Friday after lunch I'm leavin' on a jet plane and I don't get back until Monday afternoon.

I know I'm not supposed to get too excited about a whole weekend in Melbourne, sans kids, but I am.  Yes of course I'm upset at missing breakfast in bed on Sunday (Mothers' Day) but I can recreate the joy by ordering room service and putting the kids on speaker-phone.  What?!  It'll be almost the same!

And with a bit of luck I'll be back on Monday night, re-energised and enthusiastic about my novel.  I don't have any work booked for June, and that self-imposed deadline is looming (the one where I want the First Crappy Draft done by my birthday on the 25th) so maybe I'll hunker down and get it done. 

Comments

[Karen (miscmum)]

See you there! I'll be there (god willing) Saturday morning for the start. You know what I look like? (See my blog!) Come up and tap me on the shoulder!

[Kathy]

Wow! I am so jealous. An entire weekend to yourself. Have a lovely time.

[Kirsten]

I am so jealous - both for the weekend to yourself in Melbourne *and* the emerging writers festival. Why you would not be ecstatic about a weekend in Melbourne sans kids though, i cannot imagine.