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Both Life and Writing
Sep. 18th, 2002 12:40 pmWRITING
So I've been talking with the building manager of this office where I'm working a fair amount, and he happens to know some people in the industry, so he's given me their phone numbers. Apparently, he's good friends with one of the main musicians from Boiled in Lead and that guy knows an editor who runs a publishing house (Small, I presume--Clark Stone, anyone heard of him??? Couldn't find jackshit on the net.). So now I have phone numbers.
SHOPPING
I got a new backpack! I really, really needed one...the old one was quite literally falling to pieces. This one has lots and lots of pockets. Pockets make me happy.
FOOD
Mmm...eggrolls & wine. Yum.
JOB
So this office gig will end on Friday, which makes me happy because then I'll have time to work on stuff, but unhappy because then I won't be earning all that lovely money anymore. Well, I'd better finish the novel before next Fight Club, or I'll never hear the end of it. They're very sad to see me go, though I've only been here two weeks and they've got someone willing to stick it the full 3 months. Sad, imploring glances, etc. I don't understand it. Since I decided to work on writing full-time, all the temp jobs I've taken, the people love me, want to hire me permanently, lavish effusive compliments on me (not to be confused with condiments) etc. Maybe it's because since I know it's only short-term, I don't hate the job. Maybe that shows. Maybe most people hate their jobs.
Maybe it's just because there are a lot of stupid people in the world, and I'm not one of them. Maybe that shows.
STALKER
Ah, the good old stalker update. Damn it! I'm out of shape and stuff, but I've acquired a new stalker (a genuinely crazy one, too). Maybe it's because my hair just hit critical mass. Seriously. In the past week, I've gotten half-a-dozen "hair" compliments from random people, and two people asked to touch my hair. That's kinda creepy. The stalker is a homeless guy who inhabits the area near the bus. He's the one who's convinced that Alexander Dumas was a vampire, and Anne Rice is really a much better writer. Oh, yeah, and that PERL was designed by the devil because it really means People Evil Revolution Legion.
And he's going to take over the world.
Why ME???????
P.S.
Somebody likes you, nemoren and lyght. They were looking for you.
So I've been talking with the building manager of this office where I'm working a fair amount, and he happens to know some people in the industry, so he's given me their phone numbers. Apparently, he's good friends with one of the main musicians from Boiled in Lead and that guy knows an editor who runs a publishing house (Small, I presume--Clark Stone, anyone heard of him??? Couldn't find jackshit on the net.). So now I have phone numbers.
SHOPPING
I got a new backpack! I really, really needed one...the old one was quite literally falling to pieces. This one has lots and lots of pockets. Pockets make me happy.
FOOD
Mmm...eggrolls & wine. Yum.
JOB
So this office gig will end on Friday, which makes me happy because then I'll have time to work on stuff, but unhappy because then I won't be earning all that lovely money anymore. Well, I'd better finish the novel before next Fight Club, or I'll never hear the end of it. They're very sad to see me go, though I've only been here two weeks and they've got someone willing to stick it the full 3 months. Sad, imploring glances, etc. I don't understand it. Since I decided to work on writing full-time, all the temp jobs I've taken, the people love me, want to hire me permanently, lavish effusive compliments on me (not to be confused with condiments) etc. Maybe it's because since I know it's only short-term, I don't hate the job. Maybe that shows. Maybe most people hate their jobs.
Maybe it's just because there are a lot of stupid people in the world, and I'm not one of them. Maybe that shows.
STALKER
Ah, the good old stalker update. Damn it! I'm out of shape and stuff, but I've acquired a new stalker (a genuinely crazy one, too). Maybe it's because my hair just hit critical mass. Seriously. In the past week, I've gotten half-a-dozen "hair" compliments from random people, and two people asked to touch my hair. That's kinda creepy. The stalker is a homeless guy who inhabits the area near the bus. He's the one who's convinced that Alexander Dumas was a vampire, and Anne Rice is really a much better writer. Oh, yeah, and that PERL was designed by the devil because it really means People Evil Revolution Legion.
And he's going to take over the world.
Why ME???????
P.S.
Somebody likes you, nemoren and lyght. They were looking for you.
