Last night I submitted a story to Escape Velocity, and this morning there was an email waiting for me, accepting it. I think this is a new record for a high-speed acceptance. And since the story features the Sardine’s Funeral in Santa Cruz de la Palma, which ends Carnival every year here, I put up a photo essay on my main web site. I feel like Father Christmas came early.
Today was the biggest lottery of the year in Spain, “the fat one”, with a first prize of 3,000,000€ and loads and loads of minor prizes. I didn’t win spit. This is probably because I didn’t buy any tickets, because I prefer to make my own luck. I also know enough about probability mathematics to know that the house always wins. My brother-in-law thinks he’s won about 250€. But then…
Today was the Ruido 4 launch party for Santa Cruz. Again, I didn’t really have time, but I went – and anyway it was a lot closer to home this time.The first act had to cancel at the eleventh hour, which left my friend Norma with a mad scramble to sort out the sound equipment. She managed.And then the students from the Mareando Association did us proud.
I’m getting there. I’ve finished both jobs for the Tourist Office, and got the bills in. I caught up with critiques in time to get my own story critiqued. And the house is a whole lot less grubby, although it’s still very disorganised. I even got some Christmas cards in the post, and made a good start on updating the Ruido website. We had a weather alert yesterday, but all…
Well my son now has a brace fitted to half his top teeth. 200€ please, and that’s just for the first month. Which explains why I’ve taken on another rush editing job for the tourist office, even though I’m absolutely shattered after finishing the last one on time (and the fiction edit and all the critiques.) And the house is still grubby and the ironing pile is even higher. It’ll…
It’s getting near the end of term, and my son’s having his coursework marked. How times change! Last year it meant a panic as he tried to catch up on missed work in every subject at once. This term the only problem was French. So a good bit of the weekend went on that, and I helped as best I could, being almost recovered from the lurgy. The one thing…