Oh the shame... *cough hack choke*
Jan. 17th, 2003 03:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220"Just out of interest," says mum, "How would YOU feel about tutoring Amy's little brother in English...?"
"Excuse me?" says I. "I'm a lousy teacher, what the hell would I teach him apart from various and assorted colourful expletives?"
"Well we could tell Mrs Batts that even though you weren't a teacher you had a degree in English. He's only 6, no one would know."
"Again," says I, "I am a crap teacher. I despise teaching. I loathe teaching with a passion that can only be aquired through hard and dilligent experience..."
"I figured you might like the 12 quid an hour," says she.
I says no. Even for 12 quid an hour.
I really can't teach.
Ooooh, though while I was at work today I had a mental breakthrough on one of the stories I'm writing.
My shameless narcissistic self-placement Mary-Sue fic has become instead a shameless narcisstic self-placement L/R fic, somehwat vaguely in the style of Terri's "Holiday Specials", but with a whole lot more screwing going on... and no random evil mutant attacks.
*coughs*
Yes, I do have the good grace to be dutifully ashamed of myself.
Very, very ashamed... :D
But despite that, it's heading on to being almost finished. I've just got to work out the ending (and as it's a somewhat foofed, mildly angsted, smutty L/R fic it has to be a HAPPY ending) then get through the re-writes, agonising, hating, liking, hating again, re-writing from scratch and tossing-away-in-a-corner-for-6-months-ing and it should be about done... XD
And we're still waiting for the damned motherboard and chip to arrive. They're meant to be getting here today in theory but my guess is for tomorrow... possibly Monday.
"Excuse me?" says I. "I'm a lousy teacher, what the hell would I teach him apart from various and assorted colourful expletives?"
"Well we could tell Mrs Batts that even though you weren't a teacher you had a degree in English. He's only 6, no one would know."
"Again," says I, "I am a crap teacher. I despise teaching. I loathe teaching with a passion that can only be aquired through hard and dilligent experience..."
"I figured you might like the 12 quid an hour," says she.
I says no. Even for 12 quid an hour.
I really can't teach.
Ooooh, though while I was at work today I had a mental breakthrough on one of the stories I'm writing.
My shameless narcissistic self-placement Mary-Sue fic has become instead a shameless narcisstic self-placement L/R fic, somehwat vaguely in the style of Terri's "Holiday Specials", but with a whole lot more screwing going on... and no random evil mutant attacks.
*coughs*
Yes, I do have the good grace to be dutifully ashamed of myself.
Very, very ashamed... :D
But despite that, it's heading on to being almost finished. I've just got to work out the ending (and as it's a somewhat foofed, mildly angsted, smutty L/R fic it has to be a HAPPY ending) then get through the re-writes, agonising, hating, liking, hating again, re-writing from scratch and tossing-away-in-a-corner-for-6-months-ing and it should be about done... XD
And we're still waiting for the damned motherboard and chip to arrive. They're meant to be getting here today in theory but my guess is for tomorrow... possibly Monday.
