Tomorrow I’m jumping on a flying tin can going from one side of the earth to the other, eating bad food and trying to make myself comfortable enough in a tiny chair so that I can get some sleep that will be interrupted by smiling people asking if I want the terrible food or not.
I.e: I’m flying home to Sweden for Christmas.
This means I’m going from approximately 90 degrees in Kuala Lumpur to 20 degrees (If I’m lucky) or ZERO degrees (if I’m really unlucky). I will probably freeze my behind off and have to fight off polar bears on the streets.
Nah, just kidding. We don’t have polar bears in Sweden.
So this’ll be me for the next two weeks. (Just kidding, we don’t have penguins in Sweden either.)
I’ll be back in Kuala Lumpur on New Years Eve, spending a couple days thawing from frozen solid and when I’m warm and cozy again I’ll go back to being a writer. For the next two weeks I’ll be a mother, a daughter, a friend and a daughter-in-law, hanging out with all the people I love.
Oh, and if you have suggestions for great Christmas MM romances that would be suitable to read on a plan, let me know in the comments and I’ll be sure to download them 🙂