Meanwhile...

[faustus]

Adciezl (who wanted ridiculous amounts of money for earlier books) seem to have vanished into the aether, or at least no longer are trying to flog my book, nor The Leaky Establishment.

I got my fifth annual Public Lending Right statement, and for once they are actually going to pay me some money... as they've dropped the threshold to £1. Not sure what I'll splash out the £1.58 on. Pick and mix perhaps.


And suddenly, perhaps it's exhaustion, but my mood dropped almost exactly on the dot of 11.30pm. I know the trigger, which need not detain us, but it's depressing that it depressed me. In the past 48 hours (Monday and Tuesday) I've done exhausted, angry, happy, content, and now depressed. Probably the failure to get out of bed properly until gone noon should have cued me to the direction of the day.

Boing.

To think that yesterday (Monday) afternoon someone said, "Cheer up, it might never happen." And only about three hours after he had told me I was looking well. This I cannot believe. But I can't see how his first statement could be any use to man nor beast; if I've reason to be unhappy it's crass, if I haven't it's cliché and hardly Wildean.

Comments

[oursin.livejournal.com]

Eleanor Bron described this annoying bit of bad interpersonal relations in The Pillow-Book of Eleanor Bron:

he comes up and greets you with a condescending leer, saying, 'Cheer up, it may never happen!', and 'Why do you always look so depressed whenever I see you?' You bite back the reply, 'Because whenever you see me I see you.'

[pennski.livejournal.com]

I think pick'n'mix is an excellent suggestion - or possibly some chips. Something fun and up-cheering anyway.

This week my project manager told me to breathe during a meeting when I was doing his job (i.e. chivvying others into agreeing what their next steps were). Grrr!

Much love and sympathy heading in your general direction.