| Strange Dreams, Teacher Conferences, and Me |
[Nov. 20th, 2007|09:58 am] |
I never could get the hang of Tuesdays.
Up at four, listening to the rain. I pondered going and writing, save that I would have had to get out of the comfy bed and admit the stove was out, necessitating lighting the stove. Then I'd be up up, and out of that lovely half drowsy state, plus Harmony has taken to sleeping sprawled across the play room floor, her dreams too enthusiastic to be confined to a twin size bed.
Note to all other parents out there, esp. those with sprouts still in crib: just bite the bullet and buy them full size beds. Twin size beds are an horror anyway, when I am queen of the world, there shall be no small beds.
One would imagine, being a writer that I'd have notebooks and pens next to my bed, and I'm sure in fact I do, but they're covered by so much crap that God herself couldn't have found them at that moment without setting piles o' clothing on fire, which would have perhaps disturbed the slumber of my other family members, so no invocations occured.
So I lay there for a while, listening to the rain (Rain! In November! November Rain! That would be a good title for something...oh, nevermind)
And then Tim was waking me up, saying it was 5 after 8.
Which would have been lovely, had my client call not been scheduled for 7:45 am.
So up the stairs I bound, noticing mid flight that my nightgown was on backwards (puzzling, because I go to bed sans clothing, at some point during the night I must have gotten up and dressed) which explains the marked lack of fairies in my dream.
The dream was very strange, with Tim punching a childhood friend in the face for telling him what he could and could not say while said friend's brothers were driving the car we were all riding in: I was torn between the urge to protect Tim from what must be their inevitable wrath and pure white fury at him for hitting my friend.
Were I Freudian, or a dream analyst, or something, that would have been a telling dream.
So my client, bless her heart, very agreeably suggested moving the call to this afternoon -- generally you can set your watch by me, me sleeping through a scheduled call is unprecedented.
Then off to Harmony's school conference, where the teachers said she was refreshingly, delightfully strange. Bright and artistic, and not terribly focused. Maturing nicely (rather like a cheese, which they did not say but I thought) and learning how to function in a classroom where the students are two years older than her.
All good to hear.
I've started a new ghost book with a really focused, content heavy client, which is a joy. I'm hoping to have it finished by 12/10, which would be great. They say every service professional should have a niche, I'd like mine to be working with clients who speak a mile a minute and actually have something to say.
Anyway, work to do. Things to throw up on eBay. Freezing rain on the horizon, I think. Maybe some sewing this afternoon. Nadia's currently attempting to fix the VCR. You know this isn't going to end well. |
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Your kids might enjoy Sumo Omni Pillows. http://www.sumolounge.com/ These things are not your average beanbag. At 4.5' by 5.5', there's lots of room to flop on. Mystic LOVES hers. I'm going to get myself one, too, because I can prop myself up in it and use my laptop. So, when you do your ghost work, are you hired by an editor/agent or by the client themselves? Do you ever handle really specific stuff like mathematics? Just curious because writing a book on stats would make my head explode.
Generally, I'm approached by the clients directly -- one client refers me to another. I work in a very specific niche: my strength is marketing and business books, but I've done a few outside my purview. I let clients know that if it's a book I have little to no experience in, (say, for example, legal stuff) I may not be the right writer for them. I've got enough colleagues that I could refer them to someone better suited, which is the best solution, I think, unless they want to pay for me to overcome the learning curve.
I'm enough of a nerd that a stats book would be fun, but not enough of a nerd that it would be *accurate!* so I'd have to refer that one along. Sad, but true. There's a huge bear in my future, and its name is Econometrics.
listening to the rain (when it is outside and staying outside) is one of my favourite things. | |
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