Ireland is Now Real…

Betcha didn’t know it was fake, before? :waving2:

We booked our plane tickets to Ireland today. :woot: No, I’m not excited, why do you ask? My little writer’s brain is bubbling over with all the 12th and 13th century Norman ruins to visit. My poor husband doesn’t know how many places I plan to drag him. I may have to bribe him with a pint of Guinness…

16 days of leisurely travel. I want enough time to find the out-of-the-way spots and avoid the tourist traps. Some of my favorite places to visit are where you’d find the locals. I loathe tourist traps. The idea of taking an escorted tour makes me want to stab myself repeatedly with needles. I really really don’t want to sit on the bus singing Kum-Ba-Yah while we drive through the Ring of Kerry. No, for us, it will be more a situation of: “AAAHHHH!! A SHEEP! Quick, the hedges!” while we frantically crash the car into shrubbery.

Hmm, maybe that’s why lamb and mutton are served so often there. But, I digress.

Given a choice, this is where I’d like to stay. But somehow, methinks it’ll be more like B&Bs. Which is okay. I’m not complaining. I’m really excited about this trip. The only thing that would make it better would be if somehow Mills & Boon would buy my book. Many of my friends have recently heard back on their submissions, so I’m hoping my turn will come soon. :worthy::worthy: Keep your fingers crossed!

In the meantime, I’ll be e-mailing the latest book off to an agent. And it’s back to the latest Irish medieval. Goal is 50 pages by the end of next week. I just love summer break. :love:

Are you going anywhere fun this summer?