I can has waterproof house nao?

[desperance]

These last two days, I have had one roofer roofing: bangin' about above my head, fixing things. Slates, mostly; also, ridge-tiles. With any luck, next time I go up into the loft I'll have to take a torch with me, rather than relying on ambient light coming through the holes overhead. Next time it rains, I won't have to worry. Hey, maybe I can even stick the wallpaper back up, once the plaster's dried out...

Makes me feel all grown-up, y'know? I has got my roof fixed. And I did it all by myself. With telephoning. You have no idea how difficult that is for me (and I'm not going to give it away, by saying quite how long the roof's been leaking or anything like that...).

In other news - nah, there is no other news. I do working. I haven't had a day off for a month. Most of the last month I've been feeling vaguely ill, and I did keep starting the day thinking "ooh, grotty; don't want to work. I can has day off nao?" But then I'd turn the computer on and check the e-mail while the cats had breakfast, and then I'd - well, just look at the novel, maybe write a line. And once I've written a line I'm kind of committed, I like to go on and finish the page before my own breakfast; and once I've done that I'm engaged, I'm committed, it's a working day and I want fifteen hundred words before tea. And get them, mostly. I've written 150-pages plus, since my last day off. That's a third of a novel, most of the time. Probably not a third of this one, but hey. It's all progress.

Maybe I have wordsickness, maybe that's why I keep feeling ill. What is the matter? Words, words, words. Lots of words. A superfluity.

Comments

[julesjones]

But it's not a proper garret if it doesn't leak! Call yourself a writer, man?

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Is true, but I can't be in the roofspace anyway. Calling it a loft is a convenience of English, rather than a legitimate description: the peculiarities of my particular house (it's very long and thin, basically) mean that the maximum headroom up there is something on the order of four feet. Me, I stand significantly in excess of six feet tall. These numbers do not work together; if I go up there (as occasionally I must, to fiddle with the plumbing) I have to crawl. It's no fun at all, so generally I don't; I do my artistic starving on the lower levels.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

What is the matter? Words, words, words. Lots of words. A superfluity.

"I'm afraid Chaz can't come out to play today - he's feeling a touch verbose."

They will be fine words, once you have simmered them gently, rendered them down, skimmed off the scum...

[cinderberry.livejournal.com]

Well done on the roof front. I think I have a fair idea how difficult it can be for you. Because, I mean, it's practical and it involves calling people up on a real telephone (they have teeth, those things, I swear, and then it involves conversing with workmen . Each of these would freak me out.

[gauroth.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean about the telephoning! I have to screw my courage to the sticking place to call anyone. It's worst when I get an answering machine on the other end: I always come over all unnecessary when I have to leave a message.

Get better soon!