Austin!

I'm in Austin, Texas this week, with the same view I had when I was here last year, only four floors lower. The better views are on the other side of the hotel, looking along Congress towards the capital. Also, this year there are no labels on the window cautioning me to leave them closed lest the room fill with a plague of crickets. I'll decide that's a good thing.

This trip is non-writing related, much as I would wish it otherwise. Or, more precisely: it's non-fun writing related. There are a few writers conferences here, including the Heart of Film screenwriters conference associated with the Austin Film Festival. But that's in a couple of weeks, so in between sessions about non fun writing I've stopped off in my room to post this, turn the television on, and listen to Andrew Zimmern talk about Bolivian chunky penis soup. If I was in a hotel in Montana, and inspired by Mr. Zimmern, I could step out and score myself something somewhat related to that dish.

But I'm not, so I don't have to fight off that particular...temptation.