I've been procrastinating. I really should be working more on my dissertation than I am, but I have so many things I want to do that I end up doing none of them. Does that sound familiar to you? I have the second James/Lily story, which needs maximum concentration, but I can't do that because my conscience keeps nagging me about the dissertation. I am planning Part IV of Watching for Wolves, but I haven't actually written anything down yet. More procrastination. I suppose what is really bugging me is that I still don't know what's wrong with Chapter Six of Exiles; my beta reader has been busy, I understand that. It doesn't stop me wanting to grind my teeth with frustration. I want that chapter back so I can edit it and put it up and get that done... then everything else can be put in some sort of order. Does this make sense? God, their laughs are really irritating me.
My job finally began this week. For those who don't know (which is probably most of you on LJ), I got a job through my dear friend Pid. This job is posing for a summer art school in Salisbury; specifically posing for portraits. No life classes, which is what my parents immediately assumed when I told them.
Parents: You're posing NUDE?!
Me: No, I'm not, like I'd tell you if I WERE, and thanks for letting me how you would react if that were actually the case. Lets me know I'd be right not to tell you.
Me: I get paid £90 a week.
You see, as long as I'm doing something that gets me paid, they're happy.
You might think posing for portraits would be boring, but it's not. If you can stand to sit still and stare at a certain place, in a certain position, you learn quite a lot. People walk back and forth, getting the angle right. It's not silent, either, which is what I thought it might be. People talk all the time, which makes it nice. They click their tongues, they sigh, they mutter, they laugh. And of course there's N, who runs this summer school. N is a great teacher, but he comes out with some extremely amusing comments (amusing to us models, that is).
On Pid's portrait: It's very Addams Family, isn't it?
On my portrait: Nostrils are far too big. You could drive express trains up them.
(Cue Pid and me trying desperately not to laugh.)
On my posing: Are you all right? You were twitching.
Me: It runs in my family.
Because my mum paid for my gym membership, I owed her £30, but I still managed to put some money away after I bought a gorgeous green skirt in the Monsoon sale. And I have a full £90 coming in at the end of next week. Sweeeeeeeet.
I had an interview on Thursday with a translation company in London. For those of you who know London, this company is on Charlotte Street, very near Charing Cross Road, with all my favourite bookshops. The job itself is not a translating job per se, but the point is that I get some experience and get to know the translating world. If I get the job, I will be an Internal Revisor. Anyway, jo_blogs kindly met me at Waterloo and showed me around the area. We then went to a café and talked a lot about our stories and the characters in general, especially Percy and his family position. Then I went for my interview. I think it went well, I tried to be as positive and focused as possible. I really want this job and I said so. Now all I can do is wait and hope.
After this, we met up in Culpeper's (the branch was closing down for some reason, which was sad, but I got three preserves for 68p), then went to the British Museum and looked at Rembrandt sketches before making our way to the V&A museum. This wouldn't have been so bad if the Piccadilly line had been working properly, but there were 'minor' delays, so the trains were packed. We finally got out at South Kensington and walked down the subway (noticing three little girls holding hands on the way, very sweet). The V&A was very impressive, very big and very tiring. We felt dizzy after five minutes, so we decided to leave and get something to eat and drink. There was a patisserie right across the road, so we went in there. It was very nice, although their supplies were running low. What we finally had still tasted very good. Then we caught the bus back to Charing Cross Road, got out just by Foyles (my favourite place in the whole world) and went in. I finally bought one book after much deliberation: 48 Shades of Brown by Nick Earls. Very wry and funny. jo_blogs walked me back to Waterloo Bridge, I introduced her to the Embankment WCs and we parted company. The evening sky turned into a blue that you only get at the end of a perfect day. I really hope they ask me back for a second interview.
And there you are. All caught up.