Work, work, work. Research and writing. Fun, fun, fun. Also, not just a lttle disturbing, due to the subject matter involved. I'm making great progress though.
Ok, enough of a break. Back to work.
Ok, enough of a break. Back to work.
Today I was awakened to the not-so-delightful sounds of enormous dump trucks, (you know the ones that are a dump truck and they haul a trailer behind?) dumping truck load after truck load of dirt behind my house. Then the most incredibly noisey and squeaky (do they not grease the tracks on those things??) grader began shoving the dirt and rocks around. I had to fight the urge to throw a can of WD40 over the fence to the driver. It wasn't even eight in the morning. It wasn't even 7:30 yet. So I reluctantly arose from my bed and cleaned up the kitchen. After it was spotless, I went back upstairs to my freeze-zone (the only room in the house with AC) to do some online banking and make calls to check on medical bills, etc. As I was finishing up, in walks my husband! At first I had a moment of Oh-no-he's-lost-his-job terror. Then it passed after he smiled. Seems they ran out of work for the day. Odd, but then that's Boeing. So hubby was roped into going school cloth...
we're rooting for yah!
ReplyDeleteThanks darlin'!
ReplyDeleteDuh...
ReplyDeleteAre you going to shed some light on what project, what work, what research, the subject matter?
Or did I miss it?
Yes Pammy, you're such a tease. Just give us a small clue and then we can play a guessing game - come on girl, it's time we had some fun.
ReplyDeleteWe could each contribute a line to your book.
ReplyDeleteOr, better yet, why don't you give each one of us a role in your book. You'd change the names, of course, and we'd have to guess who's who.
That would work if this were a work of fiction.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was fourteen, my best friend was raped and murdered. Everyone thought Ted Bundy had done it, as he was here at the time on one of his murderous rampages. However, four years ago the real murderer was found from cold case forensic work and convicted of her murder.
Sorry kids. Not fun, not fun at all. I'm researching his life and it's gruesome. I feel like I need to steam clean myself at the end of each day to get rid of residual horrors left behind by what I've learned.
The other book is much nicer. A compilation of my columns to date. The only urge I feel after working on that project is chocolate and cheetos.
Yuk Pammy, that's awful. i forgive you utterly for being so cagey about your work. When you are working on your other book can we have some fun?
ReplyDeleteMost certainly, but only if you continue being nice to me and not make me cry any more.
ReplyDeletePam, What a horrible experience and you were so young when it happened. But I guess writing about it must be helpful in some way, right?
ReplyDeleteI don't know. I hope so. I think what gets to me the most is finding out details about things I'd rather not know.
ReplyDeleteAlso finding out things about this man and his criminal history, the things he's done.....like I said, it makes me want to shower with bleach.
This must be difficult, Pam, you having been so close to the 14-year-old.
ReplyDeleteWhat you're doing is more than reliving that horror, you are trying to document it and this loser's life, presumably in an objective way.
Courage and strength to you.
Thanks WW. I'm doing the best I can...
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