it was a random *library call that started about one thing. then morphed into "you wanna know why i've been having such a bad day?" kind of thing *Edit to clarify
TMW you realize working with the public provides one with an infinite variety of experience. Periodically museum visitors include Creation Science proponents who want to talk about the earth being 6,000 years old. I firmly say, "I'm not going to discuss that with you," and change the subject. If they persist, I answering every statement with commentary on the significance of Micky Mouse to modern diesel mechanics until they give up and find another place to be. (We have a little more leeway at this museum than you have at a legal library, thank goodness.) Once I politely turned down a random telephone salesman who wanted me to buy lightbulbs. (This was back in the days before I started hanging up as soon as I recognized a sales pitch.) He went on a rant and accused me of being a racist who just didn't want to buy his product because he was black. It was a phone call... Right now a local special abilities organization for adults is visiting the museum. One gentleman is walking around the museum indulging in one of the most fascinating soliloquys I've ever heard: greeting the animals, making up bits of freeform poetry, just thinking out loud as he circles around the first floor. "Hello, lynx. Do you talk? No, lynx don't talk. Do they listen? Do you hear me, lynx?" Now he's talking about Care Bears, a species we are sadly lacking in.
Jeez, screw bars/restaurants. I had over half a million drunk visitors last year, but it sounds like libraries and museums get all the crazies!
Most of those traveling off-wall in the museum, if you will, are generally interesting in their own ways. Drunks are just- drunk. You can keep all half-million of yours.
That "oh FFS not AGAIN" moment when you take a look at the scene plan for the next chapter and realise that a) it's unusable and b) you're going to have to redesign it almost from the ground up.
Of course, you know that when someone says "I'm not prejudiced, but..." they are. They just don't want to admit it. Yes, I've had moments like this. But you know, you can always tweak your original outline to accommodate this. Why would your scene plan for the next chapter be unusuable, hirundine? Now I'm curious.
Main reasons are that it was planned before I wrote the previous three chapters and doesn't take into account some significant developments (because I didn't know about those developments until I wrote the chapters, since I had to tweak the plans for those chapters as well), and I planned it as if the A plot and the B plot were equally dominant (because I thought they were), when actually the B plot needs to fit around the A plot. Oh the joys of writing a story when each chapter is also an individual short story.
Yup, I know that feeling too. The last story I wrote was double-POV, and it caused me enormous difficulties. I think I had to re-write one chapter 6 times before I was satisfied with it. But hey, if it was easy, everyone could do it. Good luck with the re-write!
TMW someone has tagged one of your bathrooms with this bit of diagnostic wisdom: "The streets are like two nuns kissing." And then you spend the next, I don't know, three hours and counting wondering what the hell that could possibly mean. The streets are forbidden? The streets are like a 1980s Italian porn? I could get into the latter.
A toilet where i used to work had the graffito "here I sit and contemplate should I shit or masturbate" After looking at that most days for the best part of five years the day I left i took a sharpie and added the rebuttal "Best to shit I would proffer sad to say no one likes a tosser" That was about seven years ago, i went back the other day for a meeting and the toilet still hasn't been repainted and both verses are still there
The streets arelike two nuns kissing, they made him hard... ie being on the streets made him tough and also looking at two nuns kissing makes his dick stiff its from a rap track originally but the line was two 'N words' kissing
The only graffiti that ever made me laugh was above a urinal somewhere. It ran: "He either seeks for fame too much or his desserts are small who puts his talents to the touch above the urinal." (And it was carefully signed, too).
