Jecca Mehlota (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-10-11 11:37 pm
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-10-11 11:37 pm
So it isn't my idea...
...but then, so little of this mess is.
I have now declared my intent to finish "GT" by the end of the month to anyone who will listen, so hopefully a lot of people will be willing to kick me should (when, arg) I fail.
The "James and Richard decide to steal the car" thing was not my idea (it was presented to me when I was, sadly, still suffering from some delusions that this was somehow supposed to make sense. Haha, silly me! My own writings make my head hurt. wah), but it is turning out to be a lot of fun to write, so.
I scrawled out what amounts to about two pages (when typed) at work this evening. ... See, The Stupid Manager insists we all need to become more productive. This, apparently, means coming in and getting all possible work done within the first hour (which, for me, is entirely possible. I suppose she keeps thinking I'm the other closing person, the one who does take forever and a day to do things) and then doing nothing for the next five. Glorious.
TANGENT ASIDE, it is not finished yet (the car theft part, not the entire thing. Obviously the entire thing's not done yet, or I'd just be posting it), but I am actually looking forward to writing more of it. (Though I am quite sure the other two are ridiculously, er, 'out of character,' though it feels really odd applying that phrase to real people, or even fictional representations of real people. I'm going to stop thinking about that now.)
On the entirely other hand, I still cannot believe I am doing this. (The rational part won't die - which is good, really, I need it, but it's suffering pretty thoroughly these days.)
Also, if I do not get to the post office tomorrow before work, I am going to kick myself.
I had some other stuff to say, but the hour is late enough for my Brain to be a little too active, so instead, I have some stuff I need to do before I make that entry. BE AFRAID. (I certainly am a bit worried, at least. When I am not laughing like a deranged fool.)
I have now declared my intent to finish "GT" by the end of the month to anyone who will listen, so hopefully a lot of people will be willing to kick me should (when, arg) I fail.
The "James and Richard decide to steal the car" thing was not my idea (it was presented to me when I was, sadly, still suffering from some delusions that this was somehow supposed to make sense. Haha, silly me! My own writings make my head hurt. wah), but it is turning out to be a lot of fun to write, so.
I scrawled out what amounts to about two pages (when typed) at work this evening. ... See, The Stupid Manager insists we all need to become more productive. This, apparently, means coming in and getting all possible work done within the first hour (which, for me, is entirely possible. I suppose she keeps thinking I'm the other closing person, the one who does take forever and a day to do things) and then doing nothing for the next five. Glorious.
TANGENT ASIDE, it is not finished yet (the car theft part, not the entire thing. Obviously the entire thing's not done yet, or I'd just be posting it), but I am actually looking forward to writing more of it. (Though I am quite sure the other two are ridiculously, er, 'out of character,' though it feels really odd applying that phrase to real people, or even fictional representations of real people. I'm going to stop thinking about that now.)
On the entirely other hand, I still cannot believe I am doing this. (The rational part won't die - which is good, really, I need it, but it's suffering pretty thoroughly these days.)
Also, if I do not get to the post office tomorrow before work, I am going to kick myself.
I had some other stuff to say, but the hour is late enough for my Brain to be a little too active, so instead, I have some stuff I need to do before I make that entry. BE AFRAID. (I certainly am a bit worried, at least. When I am not laughing like a deranged fool.)
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