Going to a book festival and other stuff about puppet sex

Hi all. Quick message before I hope on a train down south to accompany MyAuthor to a reading.

Haven’t written much because 1) not a lot going on and you don’t need to hear about EVERYTHING I do. Like, I discovered PopTarts at the shop and had that for breakfast. (For those bloggy followers in the US, we don’t normally have PopTarts in the UK.) 2) What has been going on I can explain in a few sentences.

I called MyAuthor. I told her that the Intern not only didn’t want to travel down to the Festival with her, but that she really wasn’t prepared. Then I briefly filled her in on the current workings of the Agency.

This is a bit risky as she could defect to another agency rather than deal with our drama. But, she’s a pretty loyal gal, so she called Giles, and she told him that I was the only person from the Agency she would deal with. That I have proven myself again and again. That she trusts me, and that she will not be pawned off on ‘some newbies who don’t know an ebook from a hardback.’

God, I love this woman.

Giles spent the rest of the day shredding tiny scraps of paper behind my desk trying to spy on what I was doing. So, I couldn’t blog.

However, on the way out MacDraggyFeet asked if I wanted two tickets to see Avenue Q. She bought the tickets thinking that since it was a puppet show she could take her 4 year old niece. Luckily someone warned her that Avenue Q a play about adults and even had puppet sex. So, she gave me the tickets.

I had hoped to take HP, but he was working late, so I took Katie.

I was so impressed with the performance. The whole singing puppet thing really isn’t my style. I bit too hipster, oh look puppets that look like Muppets, but they’re talking about sex and porn, oh wow, aren’t we edgy. Yeah, not really into that.

But, I sincerely thought the show as a touring production until I overheard someone next to me. Everyone in the show was an amateur, and mostly students. They had like West End singing voices. It was choreographed perfectly. The sets were flawless. The puppets came alive. Everyone in that performance had to be a singer, actor, puppeteer and a movement/dance person. I couldn’t believe they did this while studying, and that this wasn’t their main gig.

So, even if you’re not into puppet sex, go see the show. The people acting and producing it are so incredibly talented, and they deserve recognition.

Right. Better jog. Gotta catch a train. Will try to blog from down south.

Knowing the industry

We waited all day yesterday for Giles. Around 3pm I asked the Intern to text him. In fairness, she was none too please with him as she was supposed to have left hours earlier. I told her that if she needed to leave for class that was fine, but she insisted on staying. Giles finally texted back that he wasn’t coming over to Dundee, and that he’d be in sometime during the week. Continue reading

Caught in a lie of omission

Have been waiting for Giles all morning to arrive for the Monday meeting. The Intern said that he texted her saying he’d be late. I hate when people are late but don’t give you a time, because I can’t really get stuck into my work because as soon as I do, he’ll turn up.

So, may as well use this as an opportunity to get you caught up on the worst triple date ever. Continue reading

Walking Office Space

I haven’t been able to blog all weekend and it’s like I’ve had my mouth duct taped shut. Okay, not really. As I typed that I realised that kind of conjured up some sinister shit, and not being able to blog isn’t like being bound and gagged. But, wanted to post, but always had someone hovering over me. I’ll see how much I get through now, but may have to finish tomorrow, and I’ll try to hit the highlights rather than just waffle on.

So, Friday. I was all prepared to talk to Giles about Patch talking to publishers without even doing the most basic background. Had my notes and my points written out so I wouldn’t do one of my rambling freak-out which just ends in my crying ’It’s not fair’. Continue reading

Don’t tell me the meaning of literally

Today has been the most horrible weather, and I need to confront both Giles and Patch on something, but I’m waiting until I calm down before I do it. I’m also writing everything down I want to say so that I don’t start screaming, then crying, then roll into a ball and hide under my desk.

However, calming down is proving problematic when Patch is a self-aggrandizing arsehole and I have to share an open planned office with him.

Let me give you a little rundown of a few items from today’s ‘The Patch Show': Continue reading

Train of shame

I have a massive thumping head. Too much red wine, a late night, and an early train ride have messed with my focus.

I was in Edinburgh last night having the most lovely home cooked meal at Intern2 and Hubby’s flat (why can everyone cook but me?), and…oh, right, before I move on with the gloriousness of the evening, I have to admit something. I kind of screwed up with HP. I completely forgot he was coming back to Dundee last night after being away. For a week. I should have been home, waiting for my love in lingerie or something, but I kind of just forgot. Continue reading

Omissions and bravado followed by something positive

Oh, by the way, we paid the registration and nonrefundable plane ticket for MacDraggyFeet to go to Berlin for the Publishing Conference. And, she didn’t go. At the last minute her goat fell ill. Yep, she has goats. Oh, and it gets better. She didn’t tell anyone she didn’t go, it just came up in conversation today. And how it’s come up in conversation is even more annoying than the fact that she didn’t go.

Patch and BigEyes’ flirting session moved from how he’s the happy martyr to his role in the Frankfurt Book Fair. (Which, by the way, was not a part of our Monday meeting. At no point did neither MacDraggyFeet or Patch even mention their trip.)

Here’s how today’s most recent conversation went between Patch and BigEyes… Continue reading