Enchantments
Musings About Writing and Stories About Life

She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors

~~Marillion
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Last day at the festival

The Heist: 741

Ooh, got hit with a nifty idea for an upcoming erotica antho involving stockings. All I was coming up with were clichés or things that other people would no doubt think of. I now have a very nifty idea, with a twist, even. The trick will be to keep it under 500 words—but it’ll be fun.

Update: It’s done! It was almost 250 words too long, but I’ve pared it down. I’ll send it to critiquers when I get home. I’m very pleased with myself right now.

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We spent the afternoon lounging by one of the pools. Sat in the jacuzzi, read in a lounge chair. Came back and lounged in the room. Tonight’s concerts started earlier because there’s a big party afterwards, so Cat left early. We went back to the awesome Italian place for supper. We generally like to try new places, but I really wanted that carpaccio again, and they had so many tasty-sounding things on the menu that it would be almost like someplace new. I had linguine in a spicy red sauce with capers and olives, and Ken had a chicken and asparagus dish (what Cat had last night). Yum. Now we’re lounging again—it’s a lounge-y type of holiday, obviously—waiting for Cat to get back, because she’s our ticket into the party, being an Almost Famous Rock Star and all that.

Ack, well, we never did get to the party. Cat got back at about 11, and she and Ken both fell asleep while we were waiting for the rest of Forever Twelve to arrive. Actually, we flipped channels until we found a 70s disaster movie about a volcano, and we were all silly about that, _until_ they passed out. It’s no fun discussing who’s going to die next when nobody else is contributing. But it was still very funny.

The band finally arrived at midnightish, and Cat and I went to the computer kiosk to show Kenny the Sponge Monkeys, but the computer had no sound so we had to sing it. This concerned the people in the bar next to us, and also woke Cat up, so she ended up going to the party after all. Ken and I decided to stay in. There’s something about an evening alone with my love in a romantic foreign country that sounds very appealing…

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Tomorrow, Ken and I are off to San Felipe. I’m sending Afalwen home for safety’s sake, so my next entry will be a summary of the next few days.


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