Disapparating...

In about six hours time I'll be dragging myself out of bed to get a ridiculously early train to London, to get a bus to Vienna, where I'm looking forward to spending the weekend with cutecoati and fourth_rose before going on to visit my erstwhile housemates in Slovakia for a week. I should be back home on the 22nd. (But I only have two days at home, then I go away for the long weekend.)

This last couple weeks of supposedly-doing-nothing has flown by, and as usual I've not done nearly half as much as I wanted. I'd been planning to spend mornings writing, but it hasn't happened... and I'm concluding that perhaps staying at my parents' place long-term isn't as feasible as I thought it might be. I miss the option to come in and spend a long evening by myself, with no-one trying to 'organise' my life...

So, still no further on with Invictus 17, which is my main regret. I hope I'll have some writing time when I get back. Invictus was Niffled a few days ago - a strange feeling. Happy, of course - and somewhat reassuring as I'd started to feel rather insecure about my place in the fandom - but more... glad for the story, I suppose. Does it sound bigheaded to say I'm glad it got the recognition it deserved? But that's how I feel - not for me but for itself, this entity that I'm trying to bring to birth and do my best by. I feel almost detached from it, as if I'm watching it make its way in the world. Perhaps that's partly because I've not been able to commune with it much lately. Oh, I want to be writing!

I'd already been planning to contribute to the hpwriterschoice community by writing about Invictus, so it was a strange co-incidence that the Niffle happened at the same time. If anyone out there it interesting in reading about the process of writing about it, it's here. That was strange to write, too - there are so many aspects to it that I've not really discussed with anyone (like the weird dream I had that kicked it off... I can't remember now whether the story grew from the dream or whether I already had the story and the dream provided the place - but the image of the room and its bathroom and no other door was definitely from the dream). And I didn't say everything I might have wanted to say - it was already getting rather long, and I'm not sure anyone's that interested, anyhow. Time enough to reflect on detailing when I've finished writing the story!

Anyhow, I'd better go to bed so I'm at least partially conscious tomorrow. Was very glad when I saw the news today that I'd decided not to fly. I'll be staying near the deck on the ferry, though.