Day: September 5, 2004

Kilt Inspectors

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I should remember, when I say “I don’t feel like working the kilt booth“. I should remember that I always have a great time. Always. Screwing with people. “You’re not wearing a kilt today, sir! We can hep you with that problem – we can liberate you from those trousers!” “This is a kilted event, […]

I should remember, when I say “I don’t feel like working the kilt booth“. I should remember that I always have a great time. Always.

Screwing with people.

“You’re not wearing a kilt today, sir! We can hep you with that problem – we can liberate you from those trousers!”

“This is a kilted event, sir!, Why are you not kilted?”

Or when the guy’s ignoring me and his female companion is not:

“You see, she understands, Sir! She wants you in a kilt!” (I turn and speak to her) “Oh, yes, she understands all right.”

“You’re walking away sir! Tell me, where did my pitch go wrong?”

I could do this all day. It’s like being a carnival barker, you need a good spiel, and you need to be able to think fast and do the verbal spar with people.

But then the day turned more interesting.

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She Comes when She’s Ready

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I can’t figure out why I have so little will to write. I’ve tried to work on some erotica I wanted to get down – a piece based on real people I know that I started a while back. But I stared at the page and nothing happened. I tried to get back to the […]

I can’t figure out why I have so little will to write.

I’ve tried to work on some erotica I wanted to get down – a piece based on real people I know that I started a while back. But I stared at the page and nothing happened.

I tried to get back to the Wanton sequel I have partly done but it again defies me. I know it’s gone in the wrong direction, but I can’t figure out if I need to toss the whole thing or if I can find where it goes wrong.

I feel like, the effort I put into all this, re-building and upgrading, that I should now be typing out great reams of creative work; somehow though the sheer amount of brain-power I put into that technological project last week seemed to leave me spent. It’s frustrating. The muse, as usual, won’t be commanded but comes when she’s ready. A though that reminds me of a story, but it’s someone else’s story.

Today, I am off to work at a Highland Games, selling Utilikilts. Normally something I love doing, but for some reason today I’m not that into it. I’d rather be doing nothing, or writing, or doing stupid shit around the house, or drinking and hanging out with friends. I’m sure that will change when I’m there and doing the sales thing, but now — I’d rather be sleeping.

But maybe I’ll go buy a new kilt today. You can’t have too many kilts.