deadlines know no days of rest...
Nov. 25th, 2007 06:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanwhy writers get cranky...
An actual ad placed on Craiglist-NY:
"I am very busy, but I would like to be a published author. I am looking for an *experienced* author (published a plus!) to write a novel for me. This is for a "ghost writer". I would like to pay 500-750 dollars, or best offer. "
Anyone who wants to come over and finish writing this damned book for me, I'll not only pay you $500, I'll even make dinner...
Meanwhile, under the heading of "only my mother...."
Someone called the house. Wrong number. Most apologetic. A little while later, another call. Same woman, same wrong number. "I'm so sorry. My sons just opened a restaurant in (area) and I keep dialing the number wrong." My mother asks where the restaurant is -- literally around the corner. They make small chit-chat about the restaurant, discover that the woman lives near where my folk used to in NJ, has four sons, etc. Finally, the woman says she's going upstairs to find the number, rather than trying to remember it, since that clearly isn't working. An hour or so later, the phone rings again. "I found it, the number is xxx-xxxx (one numeral off my folks' number, as it turns out). You must stop by, tell them their mother sent you, they've heard all about you now!"
It would be funny even if this were the first time this sort of thing had happened to my mom. But no, it happens all the time!
And proof there are some useless bits you never forget, I was woken this morning by Boomer and Pandora playing hiss-and-swat. And before my eyes were even open, much less consciousness engaged, I said "if you guys are going to lion-and-unicorn, I'd appreciate you doing it elsewhere." *6 points for identifying the reference source*
And now, since I'm semi-awake, to work...
An actual ad placed on Craiglist-NY:
"I am very busy, but I would like to be a published author. I am looking for an *experienced* author (published a plus!) to write a novel for me. This is for a "ghost writer". I would like to pay 500-750 dollars, or best offer. "
Anyone who wants to come over and finish writing this damned book for me, I'll not only pay you $500, I'll even make dinner...
Meanwhile, under the heading of "only my mother...."
Someone called the house. Wrong number. Most apologetic. A little while later, another call. Same woman, same wrong number. "I'm so sorry. My sons just opened a restaurant in (area) and I keep dialing the number wrong." My mother asks where the restaurant is -- literally around the corner. They make small chit-chat about the restaurant, discover that the woman lives near where my folk used to in NJ, has four sons, etc. Finally, the woman says she's going upstairs to find the number, rather than trying to remember it, since that clearly isn't working. An hour or so later, the phone rings again. "I found it, the number is xxx-xxxx (one numeral off my folks' number, as it turns out). You must stop by, tell them their mother sent you, they've heard all about you now!"
It would be funny even if this were the first time this sort of thing had happened to my mom. But no, it happens all the time!
And proof there are some useless bits you never forget, I was woken this morning by Boomer and Pandora playing hiss-and-swat. And before my eyes were even open, much less consciousness engaged, I said "if you guys are going to lion-and-unicorn, I'd appreciate you doing it elsewhere." *6 points for identifying the reference source*
And now, since I'm semi-awake, to work...
