Even greetings from the cat….
Ok so I am already stupidly excited about the fact we are having a trip away, simply because it has almost (and will have been by the time we go) been three years since the Boyfriend and I actually left the country*, and this break away to Iceland for IcelandNoir, is an unexpected trip abroad.
But there are plenty of other reasons I am looking forward to going too. On the personal side there are several good friends of mine who will also be there, and the chance to spend even a few hours sat with a drink, or maybe a meal, just chatting away will be fabulous, due to the fact that I don’t get to see any of them on a regular basis as they all live in Yorkshire or above, and it’s a bit of a trek from the cotswolds to see them.
On the fanboi side, there is Arnaldur Indridason, for a start. I have loved his books since I first read Silence of the Grave his second Detective Erlendur novel a couple of years ago and his latest book Strange Shores simply blew me away. ( You can find my review of it for CrimeSquad Here in the November reviews) Whilst no fanboi moment I have again in my life will live up to the moment I got to meet Stan Lee, I’m quite sure that meeting Indridason, will be up there in my top ten author moments.
Then of course there is the bucket list. Not for me per se, but certainly for the other half. Visiting Reykjavik has been on his bucket list for quite some time as has seeing the Northern Lights (aurora borialis) which is an amazing sight, and certainly something everyone should see once in their lifetime given the opportunity, and we have a trip out to look for them while we are there.
Then there is everything else that we are going to try and fit in during the rest of the time we are there. Ooh, it’s going to be fun, and yes I can’t wait.
*no our recent trips to Scotland and Wales don’t count! 😛
This is what happens.
If you’ve been here any length of time you will know that I read a lot. This means it is often the case that I find myself in the position of having a book I am really enjoying reading, at the same time as a life that is sucking reading time.
After a while I get annoyed, with both life for being life, and with me for not making time to read, so I do just that. I make time.
I find a quiet spot, set the timer on my phone for 30 minutes, hit start, then hit the book.
The photo above is what happened last time I did this. I was annoyed that I was on holiday, but had no time, due to entertaining a five year old from dawn til dusk and beyond.
Then came the day that we had finally exhausted him to the point of collapse with a late night, followed by an early morning, a five mile walk and a couple of hours on the beach. The Boyfriend took to his bed with a book, knackered and I sat down with wine, and a timer and knocked out 73 pages in 30 minutes, and yes, not including James Patterson for obvious reasons, this is probably a record for me.
It still goes to show what you can be capable of, when you set your mind to it. Now if only I could be 5% as good as that with writing….. Well.
Back when I was at Crimefest in May, I became vaguely aware of an event that was going on in Iceland later this year. I thought little of it.
It caught my attention, a little.
Holidays for the boyfriend and I are currently on a not about to happen basis. It has been almost three years since our last overseas holiday, and since then we’ve only had one other break away of at least a week, when we travelled round Scotland and The North, back in March.
Our next planned foray overseas was to be in 2015.
The thing is I can’t wait until CrimeFest next year to see some of my friends again, and it’s too long to go without something to look forward too.
We would normally go to FantasyCon, hosted by the British Fantasy Society, but this year, since the UK is hosting World FantasyCon, it’s too big a thing for us, and also at the wrong time in my shift cycle for me.
The alternative, or so we thought, would be Bloody Scotland, but again the timing is ill-fitting with my shifts.
Then a friend told me they would be attending IcelandNoir. Then another couple of acquaintances also mentioned they would be there, and my mind began to churn.
How long is the festival? How long would we need to go for? How much would it cost to go? Could we afford it? In short? We couldn’t go, was the first answer I came up with.
Then my heart got involved, which in turn inspired the money talks, the what have we gots, the what can we do withouts, the things coming up, and the things coming in….
The talks finally ended in a maybe, just not yet. Lets get some potentially large bills out of the way and see what happens.
Then I got a phone call out of the blue. The result of which means we ARE going to IcelandNoir, we are going to strike at least two things off the Boyfriends Bucket list (already off mine) and yes, as of today we are both registered with the festival and we WILL BE THERE.
A few weeks ago I ordered a new table on chairs for the flat from the tinterwebs.
This was after 10pm at night.
The next day I was told my furniture was ready for delivery and given a web address to go to in order to arrange my delivery.
I chose today from the days given me as an option because I knew I would be at home.
Three days ago I received a text telling me my order would be here between ten and twelve.
This morning I got back from work and sat in front of the tv to wait.
By 9:42 my furniture was here and the delivery guys gone. To short, hot and early in the day for tea, they left with chilled cans of coke.
When they rang looking for our address, they were less than 150ft away. I have been so impressed with all of the service I have received to date.
Many thanks to The Great Furniture Trading Company and their delivery partners.
Now just to open my boxes, and make sure my delivery is unharmed.
or in my case how to randomly connect the string of the last few books I’ve been reading, because I’ve been bored today, and keep noticing strange connections…
Book 1 has a character called Gabriel, so does Book 2
Book 2 has a character called Fassbinder, Book 3 opens with a quote from Reiner Werner Fassbinder.
Book 3 has a character called Caroline Morrow, Book 4 was published by William Morrow.
Book 4 contains a serial killer who removes victims fingers, so does Book 5.
I wonder how long I could make this list go on for?