Letter from my Mexican vacation

Hi everybody! I'm still in Mexico. Until Wednesday! But as a blogger, I know all the world is eager to know my every move and experience.

Crabbins airport reunion

My mom and two sisters came down on a flight from Chicago, and I came down from Minneapolis. So, I’m waiting outside the Cancun airport and they come out. I’m like, Hi! Yay! And they’re all like, grrrr. The Crane women can be a bit moody, so I was thinking, uh-oh, regarding the trip in general, but they cheered up soon enough. A case of long line and travel delay trauma.

It is so gorgeous here.

What a relief to be here. The air smells alive, and not like the inside of a freezer. And the sand on the beach is really soft and cool on the bottom of your feet, and water is blue and almost crystally when you swim in it. The cold and snow of Minneapolis feels like a bad dream I don’t want to think about. I am also totally relaxed, to the point where I’m shocked at how not relaxed I am in my real life. Basically, I am vegetating on the beach and pool, so I have nothing to say about the actual country of Mexico whatsoever.

The mesmerizing fountain

There is this fountain in the pool, like shooting water coming up from spouts in a circle. The fountain does this random thing where random droplets go oddly high, and you never know which area the high droplets will pop up from. I watched it for a really long time; it was SO strangely mesmerizing, I could barely tear my attention away from it. It reminded me of a StarTrek episode (Next Gen) where the whole crew is mesmerized by these video game headsets. It was one of the few episodes where Weseley wasn’t annoying.

Totally unproductive

I thought I’d think of some blog guest post ideas, since I do have an upcoming release and all, and plan to go bloghopping and all that. And I brought a hotel pen and hotel notepad out to the pool and all I could do was to wonder why some people use black ink, and others prefer blue. And how much I like little hotel notepads. Clearly not the frame of mind to work in. That’s probably a good thing, since all I do at home is work. Still, I find blogging recreational, so you’d think I’d be up for that. Too lazy minded to blog, yet, I am making this post. This reminds me of another Star Trek episode. Old Star Trek. Can anyone guess what episode I mean? Ooh, whoever gets it first wins a copy of Mind Games once I get my finished copies. Vacation Carolyn is making a contest!

Reading material

So I brought Silent on the Moor by Deanna Raybourn, Tempest Rising by Nicole Peeler, Spellbent by Lucy Snyder, The Devil Inside by Jenna Black, and Night Tides by Alex Prentiss.

So, I’m reading Tempest and Spellbent concurrently, and I had this dim idea on the beach this morning for a post comparing the levels of realism in Spellbent and Tempest, and what those levels mean in terms of what each of these authors can and can’t get away with. Or like, what pact it sets up with the reader. It would be a really cool post. Or would it? My whole mind is sort of on vacation, and I think my judgement might be off. At any rate, that sucker won’t be written anytime soon.

Sharon's scrunchie

This photo above shows my sister on the beach with her scrunchy, the source of some merciless teasing from my other sister.

What is happening in blogland?

I feel like I’m missing all sorts of stuff in blogland, and Jessica's stepback isn’t there. Jessica! People depend on your newsgathering acumen! I will be on the beach clueless now. What’s new, people? Ah, according to a latebreaking email from my homegirl Chris, still the Macmillan Amazon thing. Okay, okay. That's something I don't want to think about.