The Weekend of Muses, Part the First
Nov. 15th, 2002 12:44 pmSo I'm on the bus going to LaGuardia Airport to pick up the lovely
ely709 (who, by the way, walked right past me even though I had a big t00by sign that said "Muses". But I digress).
I'm scribbling away at some Harry/Hermione smut when this strange woman (around 50, greying hair twisted untidily at the back of her head with a large bright blue bow) leans over her seat opposite me and talks to me:
Woman: Are you a writer?
Clio: Yes, I am
Woman: Do you always write on the bus?
Clio: Well, I'm going to pick up a friend, so I'm trying to use the time.
Woman: I write as well. I'm always writing during my 20 minutes on the subway.
Clio: (nods, somewhat frightened)
Woman: Are you published?
Clio: Not yet, but I do have a short story in an upcoming issue of Paris Review.
Woman: Really? What name should I look for?
Clio: Actually, my agent and I are arguing at the moment, which name I should publish under, so I'm not sure.
Woman: Ah, I see.
--later--
Woman: Could you give me the name of your agent?
Clio: He isn't taking any new clients--he took me on as a favor to a friend.
Woman: Ah, right.
Moral of the story: You get what you deserve when you try to talk to strangers on a bus in New York.
On the bus on the way back to Manhattan, we were joined by a dozen very loud, very happy, very energetic Israelis. I love New York. ^_^
Ely is here, doing something top-secret on my kitchen table. Oh, and the fucking elevator is out, of course. ::sigh:: Ely also cleaned my floor while I cleaned the bathroom. I shouldn't have let her, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. So the place is reasonably clean, for once.

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I'm scribbling away at some Harry/Hermione smut when this strange woman (around 50, greying hair twisted untidily at the back of her head with a large bright blue bow) leans over her seat opposite me and talks to me:
Woman: Are you a writer?
Clio: Yes, I am
Woman: Do you always write on the bus?
Clio: Well, I'm going to pick up a friend, so I'm trying to use the time.
Woman: I write as well. I'm always writing during my 20 minutes on the subway.
Clio: (nods, somewhat frightened)
Woman: Are you published?
Clio: Not yet, but I do have a short story in an upcoming issue of Paris Review.
Woman: Really? What name should I look for?
Clio: Actually, my agent and I are arguing at the moment, which name I should publish under, so I'm not sure.
Woman: Ah, I see.
--later--
Woman: Could you give me the name of your agent?
Clio: He isn't taking any new clients--he took me on as a favor to a friend.
Woman: Ah, right.
Moral of the story: You get what you deserve when you try to talk to strangers on a bus in New York.
On the bus on the way back to Manhattan, we were joined by a dozen very loud, very happy, very energetic Israelis. I love New York. ^_^
Ely is here, doing something top-secret on my kitchen table. Oh, and the fucking elevator is out, of course. ::sigh:: Ely also cleaned my floor while I cleaned the bathroom. I shouldn't have let her, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. So the place is reasonably clean, for once.

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