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It turns out that Portland, at least the Alberta St NE between about 10th and 30th part of Portland, is really cool and the kind of place I'd like to live: a ton of little shops and restaurants, people wandering around, not too many cars, a couple of parks and grocery stores, etc etc. If only it weren't in a) Portland and b) the States.

Over the course of three days I got sprinkled on, rained on, hailed on (!), and sunshined on, although not all at once.

I stayed at a hotel that used to be (part of?) an elementary school, in the English Wing. This gains points for having each room themed around a particular book (I was in Jennifer Egan's The Keep, next door to The Farthest Shore and across from The Riddle-Master Of Hed), loses them for not having either a hot-water-heater or a bathtub in the rooms, and gains a few back for the lauded Soaking Pool, which used to be an outdoor Olympic-sized swimming pool and is now an outdoor Olympic-sized warm (not very hot) tub.

So, what did I bring out of Rally?

I don't know.

I mean, I sort of do. I went in thinking I was going to work on story M, and poked at it a little bit on the first day, and then spent the entire second day working on WHAT IF I DON'T REALLY WANT TO BE A WRITER, which was terrifying and informative. (It turns out that hard things are *hard*. WHY DID NO ONE WARN ME.) I decided that the only reason to write is because it's fun, and if it becomes not-fun, or not-enough-fun-to-justify, I'm allowed to stop.

I also had a brief flash of insight about knowing that I need to change things about my life and just plain not wanting to. That was kinda harsh, and required some extended wrapping-up-in-a-hammock-with-a-sad-raccoon time.

Once I got that worked out, and figured out that I was stalled on story B because it needs to either sit and percolate or have its plot bashed out and I am not in the mood for plot-bashing, I pulled out story B. This was going to be a darkish urban fantasy, and it seems likely that the end still will be, but it's turning into a dark-comedy kind of dark. I'm okay with this.

I also (re?)discovered the value of taking care of myself, and taking conscious time for myself because otherwise I will just take unconscious time for myself and still stress about everything, and changing perspective and asking myself (and my projects) questions about what I and they want and need, and, you know. Taking care of myself.

I have no way to judge whether this was what I expected or wanted or needed (though I have my suspicions on that last one). I think it was worth doing.

And now my tea is nearly finished. I think I shall go get homemade mac and cheese from the mac and cheese food cart, and take it with me on the longer-than-necessary public transit ride to the airport. Based on the map I think I will be able to wave at the airport as the bus turns south, and then there's another half-hour ride ahead of me. And then I meet up with [personal profile] uilos who has, I assume, spent some amount of the afternoon making me jealous by hanging out in Powell's, and we get on a plane and fly to, eventually, the Outer Banks.

In conclusion: it is so very good to not think about work.
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"Jazz Fish, a saxophone playing wanderer, finds himself in Mamboland at a critical phase in his life." --Howie Green, on his book Jazz Fish Zen

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