Although she is threatening to send more work my way!
You must have done good!
as it turns out I have more money than I thought this month
Although she is threatening to send more work my way!
as it turns out I have more money than I thought this month
I'm not sure if I am sick or not! Got a funny throat and a runny dose. hmph.
Got a funny throat...
I absolutely categorically 100% refuse to allow it. /stern voice
Did that work?
Sad.
My first thought was: Is your throat "funny, ha-ha" or "funny, strange".
Sometimes, I don't even understand my own weirdness.
Sadly it did not work. My throat sniggered at you. Bad throat.
Woke up this morning craving chocolate, which means I must be getting over the cold.
Two days off now, to recover from last night's tour from hell. Trainee guide turned up at the Old Town Square and announced he was coming to 'observe' the tour, but by observe he meant interrupt every two sentences to add random facts he knew, question my vocabulary in a really condescending way, argue with the facts despite knowing knaff all, and tell people strange things about himself, like the fact he was wearing thermal pyjamas under his clothes.
At the end of the tour my two customers told me I must have the patience of a saint as they'd've killed him ten minutes in. Haven't told the boss as I don't like telling tales but I might mention it, in a jokey, oh guess what happened the other day, sort of way next time I see her in person. Because there is no way he is following me on any other tour ever.
Speaking of, mccardey, if you're bored, why aren't you writing?
Well, I'm bored to tears. Husband has gone out with our daughter and I'm all alone and I don't feel like reading.
Now what?
Zelenka, tell more about Horrible Trainee Guide In The Old Town Square. Sounds like the beginnings of a good murder mystery...
I dunno, Jude - Perhaps it's just because I finished the outline and it's not quite time to start the wordage yet. I'm all at sixes and sevens because I know when I do start to write it, I'm not going to want to be interupted even by something as glorious as *going to live in France.
Horrible man!
Here's the thing - what if he wasn't really a guide at all...? What if he was impersonating a guide? *cue spooky music*
Seriously though, it might well be that you need to take a break, just to let the outline sit for a wee while and also get all your other stuff for the move out the way, then you can sit down and concentrate on it again. I have that when I outline, that kind of moment where it feels like you've reached the end, and it's almost like some of the energy has gone out of you, but after a while I always get the urge back again to write. I'm sure you will as well. ((hugs))
Wasn't a very good impersonation then! Or, since we're technically a ghost tour... we might've arrived back at the Old Town Square to find that no one else had heard of him, but that a trainee guide of that name died in 1876 and never had the chance to do a tour..... *cue spooky music*
But I'm a little bit worried that it might be that now I've finished the outline I've kind of done all the things that I write for. I've explored the theme and come to an understanding about it. So I'm kind of - finished.
This is actually one of the reasons I don't outline (besides the aforementioned laziness ). Once I know whodunnit and why and how it turns out, I just don't care any more.
Well, got a text today to say we had to go into the Old Town at 9.30 to have our official photos taken for the tour website. I got the photographer to sneak a pic on my own camera, so I could see just how bad it'd be...
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