You heard me right. I'm out of here.
On friday I'm jetting off to sunny (read: inhospitable) queensland for a six week farriering course. That means shoeing horses, if you aren't "up" on the "lingo". Yes, I do see, and accept, the stupidity of going to do what is hot, sweaty work, in the middle of summer, in the hottest-freaking-place-on-earth.
If I don't melt in the heat, or burn to death, I'll probably get stomped by a horse anyway, so it's all good.
My internet will be so-so and I will certainly not be submitting any artwork, so you can expect complete silence from my account until christmas (not that you've ever been led to believe you can expect anything else...)
I've got an exciting rest-of-year and new year coming up though! I've just turned eighteen (OH, THE WILD DRINKING AND PARTYING... not) and if you ignore the fact I'm probably going to DIE in queensland, I'm coming back just in time to get ready for and go to Euchronia, an end of year steampunk ball (my costume is gorgeous! ^___^), and then, who knows? To infinity and beyond! (in pursuit of blacksmithing apprenticeships, that is)
Have a merry festive season, don't work too hard (that's for idiots who take a holiday from their cushy bookshop job to go bush and get et by horses) and I'll be back soon!
(May well be in queensland, by the time you read this!)
UPDATE from Queensland: Oh My God. It is hot. I am tanned! WON'T SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS STICKY, SPIDER INFESTED HELL?