Hmm, I feel almost guilty creeping back in here after so long. Bascially when I went home to Cork I think my muse decided to remain in Paris. It’s only now, that I am in Greece, that we have caught up again. To be fair…or rather, to make excuses, I spend most of my day sitting in front of a computer trying to be creative. At least in Paris I was out on dates, experiencing new things. Back in Cork I was mostly bickering with my father…and channel surfing.

However I just spent the last week in Athens at the first World Conference of Screenwriters…see, blogging is also more fun when one is reporting on something cool and potentially envy inducing. Right now I am in a hostel on Crete. Oh everyone was terribly amusing and original when I said I was going to spend a week on my own on a Greek Island. If I heard ‘Shirley Valentine’ once, I heard it a million times and the comparison between me and a middle aged lonely woman trying to escape her humdrum life did not sit well. Now Im thinking ‘I wish’! Not much action happening on the Island I’m afraid.

Actually there is a very very cute Greek man staying in the same hostel..but, like my self, he has his head stuck in a lap top and hasn’t so much as GLANCED away from his screen. I brought my computer to do a bit of work but now it seems all back packers are packing their machines, rather defeating the purpose of getting away. As I was saying to a 22 year old dutch lad, I remember the days when the only contact one had with home was an exporbidently priced phone card which invariably ran out just as you were about to touch a parent for money. It also meant, once all the dodgy paper backs in the hostel library fad been read, one was compelled to talk to the fellow travelers and sometimes adventures were had. Okay, I am closing this baby down…once I’ve updates my facebook entry.