Trials in Construction

So construction is going on...which leads to interesting events, pictures and memories. As I'm not able to participate in the construction (allergic to the materials used, I get to play journalist of events.

So let's meet out cast:


This is the one known as "Mum". She is my mother. She stands before the major construction project known as the 'kitchen'. Also known as 'Giant Hole' or 'Void of No Return'.


This is the one known as 'Becky', she is our current roommate who is here working off the loan mum gave her (though not very well). She has a rat...I own nine cats...I find this amusing.

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Conversations of Prediction:

Mum: *holding a jigsaw* I bet this is the one that sparks
Me: Well, if you burn the house down, just remember I get most of the insurance money for my books
Mum: Actually, it goes to the mortgage company for our loan
Me: But...where will we live?!
Mum: *shrugging* On the street, so don't burn down the house *sniffs* Something smells.
Me: *looks around before spotting smoke* MUM! Your floodlight is burning a hole in the kitchen floor!
Mum: Well shit.

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I predict this kitchen will still be unfinished a month from now. It's going sooo slowly. I understand there's only really mum working on it...but still. I'm about to kill mum's wood working teacher. He's pissed because he was one of the contractors we interviewed for quotes (before deciding all were out of our range and to get more money for what we wanted, we'd do it ourselves), and now he's taking it out on her every time she goes to class.

She came home CRYING last class. I tried to get her to give up the class but she won't. Wonder if I could hit the teach with a 2x4 and then pretend I never saw him...

...hate it when mummy cries.

Mum's mad at the cats, they keep impeding her work, from knocking down the plastic set up to protect the house as she works (seen, barley, in the picture of her) to chewing on the power tool cords (not while they're plugged in ), and just generally being in the way.

I feel bad for the babies, they hate the construction but they're handling it well. They just glare...often...at the empty kitchen. Kyo's enjoying it though, she has tons of space to run around chasing her toys (and Snowball/Mika have room to run around chasing Kyo). Really, Sylvester is the only one with MAJOR issues over the renovations, but he has issues with life. Silly neurotic kitten.

I've discovered between my Zoloft and my allergy meds...I dont' really give a damn. Which is a GOOD thing. It's better then me bitching all day over the dust and the face mask I have to wear, and the noise and the stress. God love anti-depressants and allergy meds that hype you up.

On an un-related note, I think my writing's taken a nose dive since I started anti-depressants...which is a scary thought. Though I can't decide if that's because of them, or because of something my editor Jo told me. I know she's trying to help me and I'm happy with that (I hate 'yes men' for editors), but...ever since our conversation nothing I've written has been of a decent quality. I think her words made me lose faith in myself. Hopefully I'll get it back, would suck to have her input and then end up ten steps even further behind.

I think part of the problem is I dont' understand her words. I mean, I understand some of what she's saying (and changing that is hard since I got started in telling stories in a visual medium rather then written), but some of it I just can't figure out how to DO...and I'm too scared to ask because I'll look stupid.

I just...I just want to tell a good story. I don't want to be the next best seller or world famous author...I just want people to enjoy the story I spin. That's my only goal.

Also...I am a sheep:



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And because I was talking about it recently with my editor:

( Top Ten words Sait can't spell without a dictionary and her editor smacking her )

( And as a companion: Top Ten Words Sait can spell without thinking )

And to end my rambling of the day: Eight years of teaching myself French and I confused the words for "White" (blanc) and "Black" (Noir). My character died because of my own stupidity. *weeps*

Trials in Construction

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

So construction is going on…which leads to interesting events, pictures and memories. As I’m not able to participate in the construction (allergic to the materials used, I get to play journalist of events.

So let’s meet out cast:

This is the one known as “Mum”. She is my mother. She stands before the major construction project known as the ‘kitchen’. Also known as ‘Giant Hole’ or ‘Void of No Return’.

This is the one known as ‘Becky’, she is our current roommate who is here working off the loan mum gave her (though not very well). She has a rat…I own nine cats…I find this amusing.

–

Conversations of Prediction:

Mum: *holding a jigsaw* I bet this is the one that sparks
Me: Well, if you burn the house down, just remember I get most of the insurance money for my books
Mum: Actually, it goes to the mortgage company for our loan
Me: But…where will we live?!
Mum: *shrugging* On the street, so don’t burn down the house *sniffs* Something smells.
Me: *looks around before spotting smoke* MUM! Your floodlight is burning a hole in the kitchen floor!
Mum: Well shit.

–

I predict this kitchen will still be unfinished a month from now. It’s going sooo slowly. I understand there’s only really mum working on it…but still. I’m about to kill mum’s wood working teacher. He’s pissed because he was one of the contractors we interviewed for quotes (before deciding all were out of our range and to get more money for what we wanted, we’d do it ourselves), and now he’s taking it out on her every time she goes to class.

She came home CRYING last class. I tried to get her to give up the class but she won’t. Wonder if I could hit the teach with a 2×4 and then pretend I never saw him…

…hate it when mummy cries.

Mum’s mad at the cats, they keep impeding her work, from knocking down the plastic set up to protect the house as she works (seen, barley, in the picture of her) to chewing on the power tool cords (not while they’re plugged in ), and just generally being in the way.

I feel bad for the babies, they hate the construction but they’re handling it well. They just glare…often…at the empty kitchen. Kyo’s enjoying it though, she has tons of space to run around chasing her toys (and Snowball/Mika have room to run around chasing Kyo). Really, Sylvester is the only one with MAJOR issues over the renovations, but he has issues with life. Silly neurotic kitten.

I’ve discovered between my Zoloft and my allergy meds…I dont’ really give a damn. Which is a GOOD thing. It’s better then me bitching all day over the dust and the face mask I have to wear, and the noise and the stress. God love anti-depressants and allergy meds that hype you up.

On an un-related note, I think my writing’s taken a nose dive since I started anti-depressants…which is a scary thought. Though I can’t decide if that’s because of them, or because of something my editor Jo told me. I know she’s trying to help me and I’m happy with that (I hate ‘yes men’ for editors), but…ever since our conversation nothing I’ve written has been of a decent quality. I think her words made me lose faith in myself. Hopefully I’ll get it back, would suck to have her input and then end up ten steps even further behind.

I think part of the problem is I dont’ understand her words. I mean, I understand some of what she’s saying (and changing that is hard since I got started in telling stories in a visual medium rather then written), but some of it I just can’t figure out how to DO…and I’m too scared to ask because I’ll look stupid.

I just…I just want to tell a good story. I don’t want to be the next best seller or world famous author…I just want people to enjoy the story I spin. That’s my only goal.

Also…I am a sheep:

Create your own visitor map!

And because I was talking about it recently with my editor:

( Top Ten words Sait can't spell without a dictionary and her editor smacking her )

( And as a companion: Top Ten Words Sait can spell without thinking )

And to end my rambling of the day: Eight years of teaching myself French and I confused the words for “White” (blanc) and “Black” (Noir). My character died because of my own stupidity. *weeps*