We’re back. Exhausted. Have ordered pizza.
I didn’t entirely finish my novel in Greece, but I did some very important work that pleased me a great deal (Verena: “You should make some kind of deal with Kleenex, so that the book comes with tissues. People are going to cry. A lot.”). Also shot a short film, and will shoot another one on Sunday, for the Parallel Lines short film competition. Yeah.
Much to talk about creatively (including games!), and some very amusing stories to tell – who is ready for the Dread History of the Tangaman and His Organ of Destruction? Yes, indeed. And there was a turtle called Böb. Very interesting.
But first, food and relaxation. Most necessary after this incredibly long day.
