11:00 The Orlando Airport has to be one of the most beautiful airports in the world.
March 7 Well I did of course . . . sleep in that is. Just as well I’d almost finished my packing before falling into bed.
March 6 Did I mention the alarm clock in my room didn’t work? And my cellphone is dead and can’t be recharged in America? Ahh well . . . the inevitable happened. I woke up as breakfast was starting at the main centre. Crazy rush. In and out the shower, clothes on, makeup on with one hand and shoes on with the other. Brush through my hair as I ran out the door, grabbing my folder and keys on the way. And yes, I made the end of breakfast.
8:30 – 10:45 During Lauren’s branding class I had to slip out twice for appointments, one with an agent and one with an editor. The editor wants to see one proposal, the agent wants to see both. I’m notching up plenty homework for when I get back to S.Africa as these all need to be reformatted to meet their requirements.
March 4: The day started with a rush that never eased up.
8:30 The most amazing thing happened before the working day had even begun. I was sitting at breakfast with a group of other writers, when a tall slender lady came over to me. We all have name tags hanging around our necks. Most give the name and the state where the writer is from. Mine says “Shirley Corder – South Africa.”
3rd March contd: 5 p.m. Lake Yale Conference centre is beautiful. It reminds me of Resthaven, a conference centre we used to frequent in Rhodesia many years ago, with buildings scattered amongst the trees.
20:30 I’m finally on the plane waiting to take off for Atlanta.
27 Feb – 8 a.m. Why does everyone keep asking if I’m excited? There’s too much to do, too much to think about. Excitement will come later.
Between the last post and the 27th of February (Blast-Off Day) much has happened which you really don’t want to read about! However here are a few comments.
I went back to work as a nursing sister (RN) and loved it. I did four months of full-time night-duty. The work was fine but unfortunately I couldn’t sleep during the day. My circadian rhythm (a.k.a. body clock) got into a real mess and didn’t want me to sleep day or night. Not good.
Life is nothing if not interesting. My first couple of nights back in the work place proved wonderful I’m blessed to have this job. I work a 12- hour shift but have plenty free time during the night. Instead of knitting or reading in between rounds, I take my laptop and write. There’s no on-line distractions, only around 60 patients/residents in the Frail Care section. And they mostly sleep—unlike the Internet.