Strange how the mind works isn’t it? Well, mine at least.
This morning I was sitting in the surgery, waiting to see my doctor when I happened to glance up at the LED board. Our surgery has finally hit the 21st Century and now has things like automatic telephone appointments (which are rubbish), a rather whizzy computer system that lets you check yourself in and tells you how many people are still waiting to be seen in front of you (amazingly this morning that was none) and of course the LED board. No longer are we subject to crackled voices calling out our names in a style reminiscent of those railway station announcers, each patient looking around in confusion as they try to work out whether it was them that was being called. Now our names glow red, proclaiming loudly that doctor or nurse whoever is ready to see us (or as is more usually the case, that s/he is now fifteen minutes late).
This morning though, watching the board cycle through its messages about repeat prescriptions and late doctors (although not mine, she says smugly – actually have you ever noticed the wave of hatred that is emitted by others waiting for late doctors when you get called in about a minute after arriving and they know they’re there for at least another half hour yet?) my mind picked up on the final message that The Doctor was twenty minutes late.
Sadly, my heart automatically beat faster at the thought that Doctor Who was working at our surgery and for a split second I wished that I was seeing him instead of the sterling Doctor Raval. Of course then sense kicked in and I realised that it was obviously a locum and so their name wasn’t on the board...but just for a minute there...and yes, before you say it, I already know I’m sad.
♥
So NaNaWriMo isn’t exactly going the way I’d planned. So far I’ve managed about 500 words, which is about 11,500 less than I should have written by this stage. In fact it doesn’t even really make up a plot outline if I’m being honest. I’d like to say it’s because I’ve been outstandingly busy doing all sorts of fabulous things, but I can’t. The truth is that I just can’t be bothered to write, although I am filling the time with other things like reading the latest Terry Pratchett Discworld novel Unseen Academicals.
And then there’s the UKS Cyber Crop which takes place this weekend and is likely to stall me further. This time the theme is The Wizard of Oz and I’m on the Toto’s team. How much I’ll do remains to be seen, but I’m sure there’ll be a Kiefer layout in there somewhere along the way. Amazingly for once I’m actually available for the whole thing, at least at the moment, although that doesn’t mean I’ll actually do it all; which reminds me that I should head on over to the website and check out the classes and see which ones I can actually attempt. As ever the finished layouts will be posted on here (or at least they will if I get my photo account back, as they’ve incorrectly suspended it at the moment).
Sadly I’ve just realised that this blog entry is longer than my story. Time to check out and get on with some writing I think!
This morning I was sitting in the surgery, waiting to see my doctor when I happened to glance up at the LED board. Our surgery has finally hit the 21st Century and now has things like automatic telephone appointments (which are rubbish), a rather whizzy computer system that lets you check yourself in and tells you how many people are still waiting to be seen in front of you (amazingly this morning that was none) and of course the LED board. No longer are we subject to crackled voices calling out our names in a style reminiscent of those railway station announcers, each patient looking around in confusion as they try to work out whether it was them that was being called. Now our names glow red, proclaiming loudly that doctor or nurse whoever is ready to see us (or as is more usually the case, that s/he is now fifteen minutes late).
This morning though, watching the board cycle through its messages about repeat prescriptions and late doctors (although not mine, she says smugly – actually have you ever noticed the wave of hatred that is emitted by others waiting for late doctors when you get called in about a minute after arriving and they know they’re there for at least another half hour yet?) my mind picked up on the final message that The Doctor was twenty minutes late.
Sadly, my heart automatically beat faster at the thought that Doctor Who was working at our surgery and for a split second I wished that I was seeing him instead of the sterling Doctor Raval. Of course then sense kicked in and I realised that it was obviously a locum and so their name wasn’t on the board...but just for a minute there...and yes, before you say it, I already know I’m sad.
♥
So NaNaWriMo isn’t exactly going the way I’d planned. So far I’ve managed about 500 words, which is about 11,500 less than I should have written by this stage. In fact it doesn’t even really make up a plot outline if I’m being honest. I’d like to say it’s because I’ve been outstandingly busy doing all sorts of fabulous things, but I can’t. The truth is that I just can’t be bothered to write, although I am filling the time with other things like reading the latest Terry Pratchett Discworld novel Unseen Academicals.
And then there’s the UKS Cyber Crop which takes place this weekend and is likely to stall me further. This time the theme is The Wizard of Oz and I’m on the Toto’s team. How much I’ll do remains to be seen, but I’m sure there’ll be a Kiefer layout in there somewhere along the way. Amazingly for once I’m actually available for the whole thing, at least at the moment, although that doesn’t mean I’ll actually do it all; which reminds me that I should head on over to the website and check out the classes and see which ones I can actually attempt. As ever the finished layouts will be posted on here (or at least they will if I get my photo account back, as they’ve incorrectly suspended it at the moment).
Sadly I’ve just realised that this blog entry is longer than my story. Time to check out and get on with some writing I think!
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