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Ok, I'm in a "can't write" phase, right now.
The first episode of my Harry Potter Podcast is online and I'm very satisfied, I have to keep working on the second episode and in the meantime work is becoming frantic.
Christmas season is a nightmare for everyone who works in the commerce and a double nightmare for us, working in a mall, not closing the stores until nine, working on sundays, and having people asking you the most ridiculous things.
Yesterday a man asked us to change a book he hadn't purchased in our bookstore, because he had finished reading it. He just wanted another one, a new one. He was quite surprised and annoyed when my store manager explained him that we weren't a library.
The worst has yet to come and I'm bracing myself.
My elbow started to hurt badly yesterday, a sort of articular pain that I experience sometime, but this time is worse and I have to see the doc. I hate to see the doc. He's nice, but I don't like to feel like I'm sick. Usually it takes a very, very bad condition for me to push me trough the doctor's door. I think I went three or four times maximum in the last five years. I know it's not very mature and responsible, but, hey, nobody is perfect.
As a result of all this stuff going on, I cant write, I'm stuck.
I come home and I'm tired and not very inspired. Even translating stuff that I already wrote is hard work and I do a really bad job and stop butchering my words very soon.
So, let's hope it's not for long.
Keep calm and carry on.
The first episode of my Harry Potter Podcast is online and I'm very satisfied, I have to keep working on the second episode and in the meantime work is becoming frantic.
Christmas season is a nightmare for everyone who works in the commerce and a double nightmare for us, working in a mall, not closing the stores until nine, working on sundays, and having people asking you the most ridiculous things.
Yesterday a man asked us to change a book he hadn't purchased in our bookstore, because he had finished reading it. He just wanted another one, a new one. He was quite surprised and annoyed when my store manager explained him that we weren't a library.
The worst has yet to come and I'm bracing myself.
My elbow started to hurt badly yesterday, a sort of articular pain that I experience sometime, but this time is worse and I have to see the doc. I hate to see the doc. He's nice, but I don't like to feel like I'm sick. Usually it takes a very, very bad condition for me to push me trough the doctor's door. I think I went three or four times maximum in the last five years. I know it's not very mature and responsible, but, hey, nobody is perfect.
As a result of all this stuff going on, I cant write, I'm stuck.
I come home and I'm tired and not very inspired. Even translating stuff that I already wrote is hard work and I do a really bad job and stop butchering my words very soon.
So, let's hope it's not for long.
Keep calm and carry on.