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Now I can get back to work. That asshole cost me serious time on this book.
I told Mom that on an average day I write 4-5 pages, 10 if I'm having a good day and the ideas just keep coming. Sometimes I have to stop and rewrite, and that might make the section I reworked longer or shorter, depending on how much adding or cutting I'm going to do.
With The Nuisance around, blasting the TV and constantly bothering me? My average dropped to two paragraphs a day, if I even wrote at all. That's just terrible. I lost at least two months progress that I now have to scramble to make up.
I wish my cousin the best of luck. This asshole insists on latching on to young people, because he doesn't like socializing with people his own age (he's 63). Before he left, he was already planning on 'hanging out with' (read: endlessly pestering) my cousin and her boyfriend. Her boyfriend works over the internet, and does not like to be bothered when he's working. If I were him, I'd keep the office door locked.
He also continually insists that my cousin and her boyfriend will have babies, even though they're as childfree as I am. Then again he once called me 'a little homemaker' simply because I cook and clean. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to punch him.
We've had three bad summers in a row. Bedbugs from the upstairs neighbors, bedbugs again thanks to the same people, and this asshole, who I think is really just a gigantic bedbug colony mimicking a human. Hopefully next summer won't be shitty.
I told Mom that on an average day I write 4-5 pages, 10 if I'm having a good day and the ideas just keep coming. Sometimes I have to stop and rewrite, and that might make the section I reworked longer or shorter, depending on how much adding or cutting I'm going to do.
With The Nuisance around, blasting the TV and constantly bothering me? My average dropped to two paragraphs a day, if I even wrote at all. That's just terrible. I lost at least two months progress that I now have to scramble to make up.
I wish my cousin the best of luck. This asshole insists on latching on to young people, because he doesn't like socializing with people his own age (he's 63). Before he left, he was already planning on 'hanging out with' (read: endlessly pestering) my cousin and her boyfriend. Her boyfriend works over the internet, and does not like to be bothered when he's working. If I were him, I'd keep the office door locked.
He also continually insists that my cousin and her boyfriend will have babies, even though they're as childfree as I am. Then again he once called me 'a little homemaker' simply because I cook and clean. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to punch him.
We've had three bad summers in a row. Bedbugs from the upstairs neighbors, bedbugs again thanks to the same people, and this asshole, who I think is really just a gigantic bedbug colony mimicking a human. Hopefully next summer won't be shitty.