I am in Leicester. (I know, whenever am I at home? I ask the same thing.) Yesterday as I traveled here, to a city I’ve never been, to a city where I’m not meeting anyone I know but going to a conference, as I checked myself into the B&B and asked where I could get dinner and then went there, that I might be doing this whole grown-up thing after all. I was reminded of Sarah’s post about the certain art of loneliness. The train rushed through rain storms and sunny skies and there was at one point a double rainbow, a brilliant, bright redorangeyellowgreenblueindigoviolet arc over the sky. I saw two pheasants and I read about brownies and other tutelary spirits in an Irish pub.
The conference starts in a couple of hours and I have happily finished my word count for today. I am still ever so slightly more than a day ahead: 8530 words. Today our noble knight has encountered a Black Knight, a band of Tylwyth Teg, and rescued a damsel in distress. All in a day’s work (and considerably better than yesterday, where to his embarrassment the damsel wasn’t quite in distress). He still needs to encounter the Green Knight before this chapter ends. I better get on that soon.