Latency rebound from the holiday ended yesterday; I felt that tired fog lift and my conventional systems ramp back up. Negotiations could now commence. Fortunately, I had one day left before I had to get that going. So today I went, book book book.
As always the day started with the loose-end emails from yesterday. For some reason people insist on sending their replies at the last second before they close. I do not get this mentality; put off work until the last possible moment. No wonder the world is going to pot. Nobody thinks they have to work. All of my american suppliers get it; that people need to step up at the moment.
Writing was fun yesterday, I hit the first climax and redid the cover. I have decided on the name for the book finally, but am not sure about the chapter titles any more. And, I have no idea who to get to edit it. Do I go gay guy, do I go my usual, do I get the genius client who wants me to marry her daughter (this may involve problems), do I hire somebody. ARGH. Oh well.
I have started to wind up preparations for the company too. Now just to deal with banks... They are so grabby with me. But I have been saddled with the village idiot as my personal contact. I'm sure he is a nice man, just had a kid, but he hasn't sent a reply email in a month, or returned a phone call. I've given him too many chances already. I think I can get out of it by playing the gay card, then he won't get in trouble. I'll ask for a woman. Or, I might be able to coax a mate to take over.
Dad came over for our usual dinners; Threeworlds organic pizza. The painted giant fish - I think it is a representation of God and that's the way I saw it - gave me the glad eye out the front for twenty minutes while we waited. I had tried to call first, but the boys in the drum shop had taken the phone off the hook to practice their yelling. It happens... Gave me time with the fish, which is probably what it wanted; fish are slippery.
It was great to chill with just Dad for a while. I am very lucky to have a kindred spirit for a father, even-though he and I are completely different inside, we click.
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