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I'm home for another week, and then it's off to France. I'm going away from home totally by myself for the first time, which is pretty cool and a bit terrifying... I've been without parents, but that was a school residential. And then it was a trip with a friend's family instead. But this is going to be a bit awesome, I think. Yorkshire was lovely. There are plentiful pictures, most of them dreadful, even more of them taken by my little sister because I don't actually own my own camera. But I shall sort through them and post them forthwith. And now to waste another ten hours of my life on TV Tropes. Ah, I have missed the internet. love ne

As of tomorrow, I'm in Whitby for two weeks. Expect photos and corsets upon my return. Incidentally, you know how packing for holidays is the worst part ever? Multiply that by ten and mix in a dose of control-freak psychoparent and you have exactly what is sending me spiralling rapidly into omnicidal maniac mode. Throw in the terrible knowledge that I am about to be subjected to two weeks of non-stop human contact, and oh God, you can't even know how furious I am right now. Legally, I can leave home. Why, then, is it still taken as read that I'm coming on holiday with the family? And why do I not challenge this assumption? At least I have th

Yes, yes, I have been back from Venice for some time. Eventually there will be photos; I did take some, and I'm rather pleased with the majority. Plenty of fun times were had by all; there was, for one thing, the not-a-pirate-ship which didn't contain Johnny Depp. And Jess turning her hand blue on her bag in the rain. But those tales are for another time. The point is that I am writing again! The latest birthday-present story is given in and has now been posted here, and the ongoing novel is actually starting to go somewhere. I've even started drawing again; just bits and pieces, mostly costume design for the novel, but it's the first time s