I, along with my mother, am working on a Fast Draft Challenge. I'm supposed to write 20 pages a day.
Yesterday I wrote 6. A tad disappointing considering I can write at least 10 on a normal day, I was hoping to go above that, still, I was exhausted and low on ideas (excuses, excuses) so that's what I came up with.
Now, lets see how today goes.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
The Knit Equivalent of the Blue Book
Stupid Realization of the day: I write more without distractions.
And now I present to you the yarn store equivalent of the Blue Book.
"Hello. How can I help you?"
"I'm working on this pattern, the something-or-other shawl. And I want to know when I add the new yarn will it make it longer or wider."
Silence for a moment as I contemplate what on earth this woman is asking.
"What does the pattern say?"
"I don't have the pattern, I left it in North Carolina."
"Would you hold please? Thank you."
I tell my boss what I was just asked and she looks at me as though I were crazy for then asking her. Honestly, I think she might be right but I'm new and there may be some magic I don't know about.
"Thanks for holding. I'm sorry, but you'd really need to bring the shawl and the pattern in for us to be able to tell."
"Well, it looks like it is going to be too small for me and I just wanted to know."
"Different shawls are constructed differently. We'd really need to see it."
"It's page 128 in Laura-something-or-other."
I contemplate the kind of woman who might imagine that at this point I would jump up and search for Laura-something-or-other just so that I could help her in another state when she's left her pattern behind.
"I'm really sorry. We need to see it."
"Well, it's definitely too small for me. Good-bye."
"Different shawls are made differently. It really depends on the pattern."
"Okay. Well. Good-bye."
And I spend the rest of the day trying to imagine a shawl too small to be worn and the degenerate manners of older people.
And now I present to you the yarn store equivalent of the Blue Book.
"Hello. How can I help you?"
"I'm working on this pattern, the something-or-other shawl. And I want to know when I add the new yarn will it make it longer or wider."
Silence for a moment as I contemplate what on earth this woman is asking.
"What does the pattern say?"
"I don't have the pattern, I left it in North Carolina."
"Would you hold please? Thank you."
I tell my boss what I was just asked and she looks at me as though I were crazy for then asking her. Honestly, I think she might be right but I'm new and there may be some magic I don't know about.
"Thanks for holding. I'm sorry, but you'd really need to bring the shawl and the pattern in for us to be able to tell."
"Well, it looks like it is going to be too small for me and I just wanted to know."
"Different shawls are constructed differently. We'd really need to see it."
"It's page 128 in Laura-something-or-other."
I contemplate the kind of woman who might imagine that at this point I would jump up and search for Laura-something-or-other just so that I could help her in another state when she's left her pattern behind.
"I'm really sorry. We need to see it."
"Well, it's definitely too small for me. Good-bye."
"Different shawls are made differently. It really depends on the pattern."
"Okay. Well. Good-bye."
And I spend the rest of the day trying to imagine a shawl too small to be worn and the degenerate manners of older people.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
The Valium Song
On the first night of Valium the little pill gave to me dreams of squirming maggots in my worm bin that were terr-ri-fy-ing.
On the second night of Valium the little pill gave to me dreams of Eunny Jang having a party with me-e-e-e.
On the third night of Valium the little pill gave to me dreams that a giant gorilla was chasing me around the house to kill me and a bonus dream that I was meeting people on a bus trying to get to 11th and 2nd street and this man told me the bus I was going to take was bad.
I think tonight I will skip the Valium.
(I'm taking it for possible jaw-pain-teeth-gnashing issues)
(Yes, this song isn't very good)
On the second night of Valium the little pill gave to me dreams of Eunny Jang having a party with me-e-e-e.
On the third night of Valium the little pill gave to me dreams that a giant gorilla was chasing me around the house to kill me and a bonus dream that I was meeting people on a bus trying to get to 11th and 2nd street and this man told me the bus I was going to take was bad.
I think tonight I will skip the Valium.
(I'm taking it for possible jaw-pain-teeth-gnashing issues)
(Yes, this song isn't very good)
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