Musing: October 2002 Archives
While we walked he kept a hand thrust out towards the highway, thumb extended.
"Warding charm," he said in response to my look. "We don't want anyone to notice us while we're out here; this makes sure they won't. Virtually fool-proof except for the actual fools willing to pull over."
"What do you do with them?"
He shrugged, his shoulders sliding oddly beneath the long coat. "Let them see what I really look like. Most of them assume it's some bad acid coming back up or a warning from god or something and take off."
"That's who pulls over?"
He nodded. "Hippies and good samaritans; they're both dying out, though, so it doesn't come up much as it used to. The sixties were a pain in the ass."
Our demographic surveys indicate that many of you will be employed throughout October and November. Because work tends to interfere with the creative process, our team of negotiators have brokered special deals with your managers and bosses. For the next two months, any time spent planning your novel, writing your novel, or chatting online about your plans for writing a novel, will be considered Company Time and will be paid accordingly by your supervisor. Your employers feel that is the least they can do for you.
Also, they say you can print out your novel on the company laser printer when you're finished.
I really wish I knew what I was going to write. My brain is all cloudy and befoggled.
