Fecklet dropped the phone on the floor, in the middle of my conversation with Kathy, and now the phone’s broken. It rings when someone’s calling, but doesn’t respond when you pick up the handpiece. The answering machine doesn’t work, either.
Anyway, if by any chance you’re trying to ring me today…first off, thank you for ringing me. And second off, don’t.
I’ve had a manic week, with all kinds of cool stuff like the RNA party and a sex scene workshop at Kingston University and a day back at the school where I used to teach, and I’ve also had several epiphanies about writing, too. But I’ll have to wait to blog about those till later today or tomorrow, as right now I’ve got to write my book. And then buy a phone.
See, at least you know why your phone doesn’t work. Mine just randomly goes on the blink (I swear we have poltergeists).
Still, maybe it’s your muse’s way of telling you to ignore the phone and write!
If only the phone would do that when the telemarketers call…
Kate, maybe you have a poltergeist Fecklet. Do things inexplicably get lined up in neat rows and do sticky handprints suddenly appear on all clean surfaces?
Lacey, I know! I was in bed sick on Friday, expecting a phone call, and two telemarketers called, forcing me out of bed and downstairs to answer the phone! I was so annoyed.
And I’ve also made sure the new phone is cordless.
Ah, but cordless phones can go missing.
I hadn’t noticed any sticky handprints, but even if there had been the Demon Puppy would have licked them clean (well, her version of clean). Hmm, could I blame the constant breakdowns on the Demon Puppy? It’s worth a try…
Okay. Weird. Have just discovered my home phone is indeed not working and apparently hasn’t all day. Did you send Fecklet over while I was out???