March 31st 2003
I’m currently writing this blog entry to keep myself from writing interview scripts. That is how much of a writing-avoidance mood I’m in right now.
I know it’s Monday, but surely I shouldn’t be feeling quite this lethargic.
Maybe I’ll check my e-mail next.
March 31st 2003
I love nice dip pens. It’s the geeky writer in me. And I really want one of the ones sold here.
(I actually tried one of these at the Salon des Metiers D’art in December. It writes like a dream.
Pretty, pretty pens…
March 31st 2003
In the end I decided to at least try to make the dress in time for the party. This is mostly because I enjoy sewing, and because I had some of the fabric and have been planning to make the dress for ages.
Those of you who were there would have seen that I didn’t get it done and that I was completely abandoned by my fellow Medieval Babes, the only woman wearing anything even remotely medieval.
I got a lot of compliments on the miniskirt, though. I should renew my efforts to find an appropriate matching blouse so I can wear it to work.
So now the dress is about half-done, sitting on my ironing board. I would have worked on it yesterday but I’m at the stage where I have to sew in the zipper and I detest sewing zippers. Maybe I’ll try that tonight.
Or perhaps I’ll sit down and write some tonight, as I planned to do this morning. It looked something like this:
*alarm goes off*
(Ceri looks at alarm)
(Ceri figures she deserves a Snooze and hits the button)
*alarm goes off*
(Ceri hits the snooze button again)
*alarm goes off*
(Ceri turns off alarm and gets up. Walks to kitchen.)
Brain: Give me coffee. Coffee, I say! I will write nothing, *nothing*, I tell you, until you get me coffee!
Ceri: Well, there’s the coffee pot right there, I’ll get it set up and…
Brain: Get it set up? I don’t frigging think so! If you can’t hit a button and have coffee, I’m not helping you. I can’t believe you got me up early for this. I’m going back to bed.
At that point it was futile to argue with Brain, who happens to control Body as well, and I went back to bed and snuggled with the Husband (Now back from Paris!) for an extra 45 minutes.
Tonight I’ll get the coffee pot all ready so tomorrow all I have to do is press a button and it’ll be done. Maybe then my stubborn brain will co-operate.
Maybe.
March 28th 2003
There have been a lot of ups and downs in my life this week. Monday was terrible and stressful, Tuesday was okay and oddly serene, Wednesday and Thursday were crazy busy and today has been pretty good.
I mentioned trying to keep my trains of thought from colliding on Wednesday. Just to give you an indication of how crazy it was: by the end of the afternoon I had devised a new dual filing system for myself in order to keep the stories I was working on all and the calls that I’d made and to whom all organized.
A new filing system for a job I’ve been doing for four years. You learn something new every day, I guess.
Anyway, it’s been working out for me. Yesterday was no less busy than Wednesday but I managed to keep on top of things. Not only did I get all the interviews I needed for Friday’s show, I filled Monday’s show as well. That meant today was spent tying up loose ends, writing introduction and question lines, and basically taking a breather from the insanity that has been the past two days.
Then, as I came back from lunch, the Quebec City morning host, in town for a couple of days, stopped me. “I’ve been looking for you,” he said. “I wanted to tell you that you’ve been doing a great job. Keep up the good work.”
So I guess that means things are ending on a high note for me.
March 28th 2003
So I said I’d dress à la medievale for a housewarming I’m going to on Saturday.
I then proceeded, of course, to lend out one of my medieval outfits. This leaves two dresses, one is very summery and the other I wore to the last party I went to. (Well, and the medieval mini, I suppose…)
That means I need a new outfit. I have most of the fabric and the pattern picked out for an outfit I’ve been wanting to make.
The question is: If I start tonight and sew all day tomorrow, can I have a new outfit ready in time for the party? And will I be a pleasant person to live with while doing it (I get cranky when the sewing’s not going well)? Or should I just not bother and wear one of the currently-existing dresses?
Alternately, I could buy yet more fabric and make a longer version of the medieval miniskirt. I do have the pattern. It’s a tempting idea.
Thoughts? Opinions? Anyone?
March 27th 2003
The Husband returns tonight from his sojurn in Paris. I’m excited to see him again, but I feel I haven’t really taken full advantage of the time by myself.
To wit — while I went to Hurley’s on Tuesday night, I have not been on a single actual date while my husband’s been whooping it up in Europe.
How discouraging. And now I’m going back to the role of old married woman again. sigh
March 26th 2003
Went to Future shop last night wearing the Ass-kicking boots to pick up my computer, expecting it to be half-ready. The computer was entirely ready. I opened it and checked, because after the last fiasco, frankly, I don’t trust them as far as I can throw them. To my shock and amazement, all of the previously damaged parts also seemed to be working.
(You know, it’s a sad state of affairs when I’m amazed that FS did what I asked them to do.)
I don’t want to get overconfident here. I thought it was fixed last time too, and it wasn’t. I haven’t hooked the computer up at home yet, and I expect to do that tonight. It’s possible they’ve created problems I didn’t notice in the store.
But if not, oh, if not! My laptop! Mine again!
Oh, frabjous day!
March 26th 2003
Sometimes it gets really difficult to keep track of all the stories I’m working on, who I’ve called, and who I need to call or find a number for. Today is one of those days.
The current count of interviews I’m working on is … 6. 7, really, if you count the interview that I have already booked and then un-booked several times, though that one’s really mostly done.
And on any given one of these stories I’ve probably made two or three phone calls. Those are names of people and messages that I’ve left that I need to keep track of in my notes and in my brain so I know who the hell I’m talking to when they call back, or who should have called me back by now and needs to be harrassed.
Argh. I’m off to make more phone calls.
March 25th 2003
None of the stories I’m chasing for tomorrow are coming through. Not one. Not even the easy ones I should be able to book in my sleep.
Rgh.
March 25th 2003
I’m convinced there are some wandering around here. I just tried to log on to our news system three times. Each time my computer told me that the password was invalid.
It was inconceivable that I typed the password wrong three times running, since it’s a fairly simple word, and by the third time I was pretty careful about making sure I spelled it right. So I went and asked one of the producers.
“Has the password been changed? I can’t log in.”
“It was working this morning,” she said.
So I tried to log in again, and lo and behold! This time it worked.
I hope this isn’t an indication of how the rest of the day is going to go.