Birds and Toads
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izmeinaIn an alternative universe I would have been at “The Very Potter Quiz” on this evening where four tables of pot heads dressed up as their favourite characters and assigned to the appropriate houses would be vying for the House Cup and raising funds for assorted charities. Due to not possessing a broomstick or even a muggle motor vehicle, would be unable to get back to the Lair using the bus. It seems silly to have a student event finishing at 11.30 when so many of them do not have transport. So made do with slinking about a pretty park reading and then going on a coffee crawl before returning to the Lair to do lots of catching up online.
After being unable to find it in any local library, resorted to Amazon to get Stephen King’s book about writing. Saved it especially as a reward for finishing April’s word marathon. Had been reading another book for about fifteen minutes while sitting on a park bench under a tree before switching to the King. Within less than a minute a big black greenish blob splattered onto one page. Some squawking creature in the tree was obviously not impressed. This must be some sort of omen or a sign to write a story about some very snooty birds and their arty farty book club. The Izzie had indulged in the deluxe hardback edition so was particularly peeved. Found bits of newspaper to wipe it off but a dark green stain still remains. There must be some way to turn this blemish from a bug into a feature. Maybe I should stab the book with a basilisk fang to see what happens.
The weather has been crisp and crunch of late with a dark sky at night and a pretty sliver of a moon. It’s two days since departing Camp Nano. Suddenly there’s an extra 90 minutes to play with per evening that does not need to be devoted to the all important 50,000 word count. All sorts of temptations conspire to fill that time mainly in the form of online courses. Two of them will be finishing within the next week or so.
It’s also gorgeous weather for gardening. But the big event this time of year is not one but two government budgets. There’s a chainsaw massacre a coming and the fallout will be scary indeed. That is another story entirely. I’ve not been talking much about the two day jobs but their central feature is that they are unpaid. Which in today’s goblin dominated culture means that they don’t count as real work at all.
But they’ve been essential in preserving the serpent’s tiniest sliver of sanity and relegating the significance of a certain toxic toad to a dimly distant memory of dark days to be dragged out of hibernation only when the word count needs turbo charging.
It’s funny how often we are so focused on the money that it is easy to forget the other important and necessary things that a job can provide. It’s nice to be useful instead of being still stuck on the scrap heap where that old toad tossed me and hoped I’d stay forever.
After being unable to find it in any local library, resorted to Amazon to get Stephen King’s book about writing. Saved it especially as a reward for finishing April’s word marathon. Had been reading another book for about fifteen minutes while sitting on a park bench under a tree before switching to the King. Within less than a minute a big black greenish blob splattered onto one page. Some squawking creature in the tree was obviously not impressed. This must be some sort of omen or a sign to write a story about some very snooty birds and their arty farty book club. The Izzie had indulged in the deluxe hardback edition so was particularly peeved. Found bits of newspaper to wipe it off but a dark green stain still remains. There must be some way to turn this blemish from a bug into a feature. Maybe I should stab the book with a basilisk fang to see what happens.
The weather has been crisp and crunch of late with a dark sky at night and a pretty sliver of a moon. It’s two days since departing Camp Nano. Suddenly there’s an extra 90 minutes to play with per evening that does not need to be devoted to the all important 50,000 word count. All sorts of temptations conspire to fill that time mainly in the form of online courses. Two of them will be finishing within the next week or so.
It’s also gorgeous weather for gardening. But the big event this time of year is not one but two government budgets. There’s a chainsaw massacre a coming and the fallout will be scary indeed. That is another story entirely. I’ve not been talking much about the two day jobs but their central feature is that they are unpaid. Which in today’s goblin dominated culture means that they don’t count as real work at all.
But they’ve been essential in preserving the serpent’s tiniest sliver of sanity and relegating the significance of a certain toxic toad to a dimly distant memory of dark days to be dragged out of hibernation only when the word count needs turbo charging.
It’s funny how often we are so focused on the money that it is easy to forget the other important and necessary things that a job can provide. It’s nice to be useful instead of being still stuck on the scrap heap where that old toad tossed me and hoped I’d stay forever.
