…and I’ve just realized it’s been four months since my last confession, I mean, blog post. Um. Oops. Now how did that happen? I wish I could pretend I was busy writing, but the truth is, I haven’t written anything useful in the entire time. Instead, this is what’s been keeping me:
I had a job to do, which was translating a very funny YA fantasy book into German. I’ll put the details on my Translations page once the publishing process is finished. For now, here’s the link to the English version of the book. It’s called Frotwoot’s Faerie Tales Book 1 – The Unseelie Court, by Charlie Ward, and you won’t regret reading it. It has a talking tree, an OCD knight and a goblin girl with a terrible sense of humor.
I got sick. The little boy was so kind as to bring a viral infection home from school, so for the first time in forever, I spent three weeks frying eggs on my forehead, coughing my lungs up and feeling like something not even the cat would drag in.
Vacation! And what a vacation that was; three weeks that felt much longer due to the fact that we ran from one extreme into the next, from busy British city to lonesome Austrian mountain top. Lessons learned on the way were that there’s either more poverty in the UK than in Germany, or it’s simply more visible, I don’t know, not having checked the figures yet, and that sometimes reality comes in colors that look perfectly photoshopped. Seriously. Look at this. No one will ever believe me that the sky was really that blue.
School holidays. Because three weeks of vacation means there’s still three weeks of holidays left and the kids want entertained, but the husband has an office job and the grandparents can be called upon, but not all the time. Not that I would want to do that.
Now I’m out of reasons, though, school has begun again, the nights are getting cold and I’m back at my usual daily routine. Or something. Not that there’s much of a chance I’ll ever turn into a reliable blogger. Anyway, I hope you all had/are still having a lovely summer xx