Prompted by womag's comment at the end of my last post I thought I'd quickly pop by the blog to say that I'm back from skiing!
Actually I've been back for a while *ahem* I've just been kind of caught up in real life! (I know...real life... outside of blog world? Who'da thunk it! ;))
So, skiing was... bloody hard to be honest! For someone who'd never even put on a pair of ski boots before (it amused me to watch people walking in them - half robot, half swagger - until I realised I looked the same!) never mind clipped them into skis and then attempted to move, it was a steep learning curve! The lessons with the instructor were great. My attempts to practise without him...not so much. I fell on my arse A LOT. And if I wasn't falling on my arse I was careering down the slope at high speed after misjudging a turn and failing to slow down!
Oh yes and I totally had a Bridget Jones moment!
One of the travelators up to the nursery slope was really icy and my instructor had to keep shoving me onto it. Before the end of the lesson he showed me how to shuffle onto it in a snow plow type move (skis pointing in at the front, wide at the back). It worked fine when he was there, but when I tried it alone I lost my balance, tipped to the side and tumbled into a snow drift! My head and shoulders were in the snow, my legs were waving in the air like an up-turned beetle and there was no way I could get back up because
a) I couldn't reach my skis to unclasp them and
b) the travelator was still moving so I couldn't plant my skis back down and push myself up using my poles.
I lay there for what felt like ages until someone finally turned the travelator off. I shuffled onto it in a most undignified manner, un-clipped my skies and prompted stomped away to the nearest cafe and ordered myself a beer!
So yes - it was a mixed experience. Feelings of supreme joy when things clicked and I managed to zig-zag my way between the poles and make it to the bottom of the nursery slope in a controlled manner and feelings of utter despair when I failed to recreate the experience alone. I was soooooooooo jealous of the skiers on the proper slopes, zooming along, knowing what they were doing, stopping to admire the view (and grab a beer). I'm a bit of a perfectionist and if I can't do something well I don't want to do it at all - but I kept trying (for a woman who is afraid of heights AND going fast skiing might not be the most natural sport in the world!) and I'm proud of myself for that. Someone once said you should do something that scares you every day. That person was obviously an idiot! I've done my SCARY thing for this year and that'll do ta! ;)
Anyway, I really enjoyed the apres-ski, the four course meals we were served every night in our hotel, the spa we found in a neighbouring hotel, the clean air and the utterly breathtaking views.
Next holiday (a week tomorrow) I'm off to NYC (for the first time EVER). Sightseeing, walking, shopping - now there's my comfort zone :)
Oh yes - writing news... the results of my short story competition were announced on 15th April so a huge congrats to all the prize winners and huge commiserations to those who didn't make the cut. Don't be disheartened if you were one of them. There was a lot of stiff competition and just because your story didn't win a prize in my comp doesn't mean it doesn't have merit or that you're not a good writer.
Other news...I had a meeting with my agent and editor about Novel 2 and I'm now, officially, editing it! Okay so basically I've just done a lot of index card plotting, shuffling and scribbling and they're now stuck on a huge piece of cardboard in my bedroom but I finally know what I'm doing - I know how to fix novel 2 - which is a huge relief and the rewriting starts very, very soon.
Thank you to Becks and Lily for the blog awards they mentioned in the comments in my last post. Thanks so much ladies I'm touched :)
I'm sure there's something else I should mention but my brain's gone blank (no change there). More soon...