Phew… I’ve just walked back to my hotel in Sydney after slotting my latest edits for Shattered Sky into the Express Post Letterbox!
I’m relieved, I’m excited and a little sad. There’s still work to be done, but it means that my friends in Shattered Sky are about to get shunted sidewards for my new best mates. Sure they’ll still be there and we’ll have coffee and catch-ups occasionally, but they won’t be waking me up at 2 am to tell me their take on a scene. There’ll be no whining that they don’t approve of the house I’ve given them just when I think I’ve decorated it perfectly. Instead of being able to drop in at Morgan’s place for an Anzac biscuit, or share tim tams with gorgeous Callam, I’ll been nibbling on toast and vegemite as I get to know Kaitlyn and her son Daniel.
And just like any new friendship there’ll be rocky patches and misunderstandings. There’ll be jokes and social gaffes. No doubt I’ll give someone a shirt to wear that they really don’t like or a song to sing that isn’t cool. Maybe they’ll be too polite to tell me and maybe they’ll be waking me up at 2 am insisting I change it for them…
I’m off home tomorrow after another week in Sydney so I thought I’d share a photo of my little space where so much of my writing over the last two years has been done.
The big bonus for an aviation tragic is the view out the window. The hotel staff used to be amused that I might want to look at aircraft when I spend all day working with them… They just don’t understand the obsession of flying 😀