I don't generally comment on my day job, (Or Day and Night and All Times Between Job ) but when I woke this morning (after giving myself a black eye, more on that later) I read this from my Boss's Blog...
"As I said, it's done, and I got back to the house from the gazebo to find my assistant Lorraine still typing out from photocopies what I'd handwritten earlier in the week, an hour after she would normally have gone home, and only still typing because she wanted to know what happened next. She glared at me, and told me I had to keep writing..."
Well, thought I, lovely to get a mention, and it was (MOSTLY) true, I did stay and keep typing, hadn't actually noticed the time, because this book IS rather wonderful, and perhaps, my favorite so far, and I did want to know what happened, BUT...
As I said to my Boss when I went into work this morning, I did NOT glare at him. He says, yes, you did, you GLARED and said "You have to keep writing more!"
Yes, I said that, and yes, it's true, but what you mistook for a GLARE was the intense fiery-ness of my eyes, having just been delving deep into your story, and I was desperate to learn What Happens Next...Not a glare at all.
Oh. He said. Right. Well, you can tell that story on Your blog. Then he said "I don't know whether or not we should get cake or just go out." which I am still trying to figure out, seeing as how he does not eat cake, and had no plans to go out...
(Writers get like this when writing. Think nothing of it.)
Seriously though, I am loving transcribing this book. I am only pages behind him, and it is , well, beyond wonderful each morning to come in and sit and type out what happened in his head the night before. I feel like someone has given me a treasure, if that doesn't sound silly. It makes me happy. Very Happy.
By the way , that wasn't the FIRST thing that happened. I now have a black eye. My method of getting the Awake-way-too-early cats out of my bedroom , is to walk to the bathroom when they wake me, and then DASH back to the bedroom closing the door, which Mim is apparently onto, as she dashed right back after me, and as I tried to grab her, BAM! went my head into the door.
My French Lesson today said to go home tonight and *"practice your greetings on your FURNITURE and PETS. (*exact sentence from cd)
Bon Soir, Stove...
Heh-heh, Freaky Venus ( ok, so that might not be actual French..)
QUE????!!!!???? Madame Mim!!!!!
Love and Stories,