It's Thursday. Yay! One day closer to Friday and Christmas! Looking forward to visiting my sister in Regina over the holidays.
It's been cold here. With the windchill it's in the -20s. Brrr. I don't think I will ever like the cold. To look at maybe. To be out in for a few minutes. But not as a long term condition.
Work is going. I just wish it would go somewhere else. I guess I should be grateful that I have a fairly stable job in these uncertain times. I am thankful for that.
For once, Canadian politics isn't boring. But aggravating and irritating is not my preference of options. At a time when the economy should be the most important focus, why are these people 'playing politics' and wasting taxpayers time and money? It boggles the mind.
At least writing is going well. Well, going well is a relative term. It means I am finishing chapters but 'how' is another matter that would require a psychiatrist and at least a bazooka. Yes, strong medication and maybe a rubber room is strongly indicated (for proof, refer to following Character Dialogues addendum).
I have not come up with the next light story yet. Fortunately the current one isn't over with yet. B7 Perceptions: Pursuing Truth, Chapter 26, Addendum, Character Dialogues Writer (who is in a real snit at the moment): You asked Vila if he liked you! Corinne (puzzled at this extreme reaction): Yes? Writer (sputtering): You’re not supposed to do that!
Corinne: Why? I wanted to know. He seemed surprised.
Writer (grinding teeth but trying to remain calm): Of course he was surprised, it wasn’t in the dialogue. Corinne, please, can you stay with the scene. I’d really appreciate it. I have many things to achieve here. Corinne: Alright. I’ll try. Writer: Good. Thank you. Scene progresses. Gnashing of teeth heard. Writer (really trying to be calm): Corinne, what happened to the dialogue about matriarchies? Corinne: We haven’t gotten around to it yet. Writer: I know that. What I want to know is why? Corinne: Well, we just weren’t interested. Writer (grey clouds forming but still trying to remain calm): Not interested? Corinne: Yes. It is an important topic and I promise we’ll get back to it but not right now. Writer (trying to sound reasonable): Corinne. You’re new at this. There are certain rules. Avon (who seems to have popped in from nowhere, or he was always there, it’s hard to tell): That’s fascinating. There are rules? Writer (groans): Don’t pay any attention to him. Avon (takes out a datapad): Yes, don’t mind me. I’m only here to take notes. Writer: Of what?! Vila comes in. Vila: Is there something going on? Why isn’t Corinne back in the scene? Corinne: Hi, Vila. Vila: Oh, hello. I was looking for you. (looks suspiciously at Avon and then asks Corinne) Is someone being mean to you? Avon: Someone is trying to be something. Corinne: No one’s being mean to me. Everyone’s been very nice. I’m learning about the rules. Vila: Rules? Avon (snidely): Yes. She (referring to the writer) is going to teach Corinne the rules of engagement. Writer: You make it sound like it’s a battle. Vila: There are rules? Avon: Isn’t it? Whoever wins, gets to dictate the scene? Writer: That’s not the way it is. Argus and Reya come in. He has an arm protectively around her shoulders. Argus: That’s not the way what is? Writer (is starting to feel that maybe she should vacate the premises and not leave a forwarding address but as this is her brain, it would be a little difficult to achieve): Everyone ignore Avon. Argus: But I thought he’s the star? Writer (sounds of moaning) Reya: Argus, be nice. Argus: Why? She wasn’t very nice to you. I don’t like it when people hurt you. Writer (in a strangled voice): But it’s just a story. Argus: Not to me, it isn’t. Reya: She doesn’t think like the rest of us. Avon: She’s obviously not human. Writer: Look who’s talking! Avon smirks. Writer just realized that Corinne and Vila have returned to the scene and… Writer (is about to have a heart attack): They just kissed each other! Avon: Yes, I do believe they call it that. Writer (looks around suspiciously at Avon, Argus and Reya): You were all trying to distract me so they could do that! Argus (innocently): We wouldn’t do that. Writer: I don’t believe you. Reya: Argus, did you and Avon plan this? Argus (winces): I…we…uh… Reya: You did. Argus: You know how long it took us to get together. Two whole stories. You kept throwing things at me. Reya (smiles fondly at him): Just once.
Argus: Are you sure? It seems like more.
Reya: Yes, I'm sure. Argus: Well, I wanted to help Corinne. She came and asked me. She doesn’t want to throw things. Reya: Are you trying to say something about my treatment of you? Argus (winces again) Avon (says dryly to Argus): Have I said lately how I admire the way you do that? Argus: Shut up, Avon.