So, I have a story I want to share with you this week. Is it yet another one of those things that only happens to me?
Anyway, I have to tell you all the exciting places I wrote this week and work it into the blog post that way. Cos that’s what we’re all about. So act surprised later on when I start telling you about the Indian restaurant.
What really? An indian restaurant?
Yep. Like that.
So, last Wednesday, I wrote at the football training and basketball training combo. For. The. Last. Time! This particular footy training has wrapped up. Pretty happy about the no more driving, traffic, dragging a tired kid to 2 sports for the night… but I bet that the made up time won’t convert to writing time!
Thursday and Friday woooshed past… apparently without words. Damn!
Saturday though… look at this. Sandwiched between couch writing with a blanket and couch writing with a cookie… was a trip to our local Indian restaurant to pick up some dinner. Here’s how that went and, why I squeezed in a fair bit of writing time.
Me: “Hi, I’m here to pickup an order for Anita.”
Wait staff: *Looks at me strangely*
Me: “It was 2 chicken mumtaz and 2 mango lassis”
Wait staff: “Yes, the man has already picked up.”
Me: “But it’s my order.”
Wait staff: “OK, I’ll go check.”
Goes into kitchen for 5 minutes.
Wait staff: “No, I’ve confirmed, the man took that order.”
She looks at me.
I look at her. So, I have to spell it out…
Me: “Are you cooking my order again then?”
Wait staff: *Look of shock*
Me: “The chicken mumtaz and mango lassis?”
Wait staff: “You still want it?”
Me: “Ummm yes. I’m still hungry.”
Wait staff: “OK. I’ll tell the kitchen.”
So, I got some writing time in on my iphone waiting for my dinner.
And then, after dinner, couch and cookie writing.
Sunday I wrote on a comfy couch in the gap between games at some practice hockey matches.
On Monday, I wrote on the way to a meeting in the city….
… and on the way home.
Finally on Tuesday, I wrote in bed. Yawn!
So the moral of the story. Sync everything to every device, so that when some dude steals your takeaway and you have to wait for them to realise you still want your food, and then wait for them to cook that food… you’ll have bonus writing time! Yeeeha!
