Yesterday I was in the Trianon and it was pretty, mainly in the outdoor garden parts. There was this really cool-looking pond like something out of fantasy, though I was afraid my younger siblings might just fall in because they kept leaning over to toss in sticks and stones (which REALLY made me uneasy -___-). We went to Chateau itself, like the main one, the day before. Which I guess what was pretty, but I think Marie Antoinette had the right idea and I, too, much prefer the Trianon. And then today we had to take five different trains to get from Versailles to Bath (in England), and had to climb up a hill in the rain (which wasn't actually so bad, and the place we went for dinner was to die for) but lugging a heavy backpack around all day (and up a hill especially) is a hellish agony like no other. I think my shoulder might take a while before it stops aching.
But I know that my vacation isn't what any of you really want to hear about. You know, assuming anyone bothers to read this. I just finished writing and publishing my floriography book and I'm still happy. That's the first book I've ever actually managed to complete! The project farthest along is the Hunger Games one. I've been working on it for a while (recently began the fifth chapter). I don't believe it'll be finished this year, because I'm lazy like that. Maybe next year? At any rate, don't hold your breath (I type as if anyone is).The second one is still being plotted, and I'm not sure I'll be publishing that one this year either. Maybe just a teaser or something. Anyway, I've prattled on enough (for now) and I'm out of my stories I actually want to talk about, so I should probably leave you alone now. Best of wishes!
-MasqueradingAsAHuman