Take Five (Part 17)

Laura hurried towards the nearest restroom, looking for something to dry her shoes with. Grabbing a handful of paper towels, she sopped up the worst of the coffee and grimaced as she realized her socks were no wet, too. She didn't have time to worry about it, though - with only five minutes until filming started, she needed to get Sophia. Satisfied that her shoes were at least dry enough that she wouldn't leave footprints in Sophia's trailer, Laura hurried back and knocked on Sophia's store.

"Come in," the actress called.

Laura opened the door slowly and saw Sophia on the couch, still reading the book.

"Ms. Cornish?" Laura asked, keeping her voice low. "Mr. Jarvis is ready to get started again."

"Okay, just a second." Sophia read a moment longer, then folded over the corner of the page and closed the book. "Where's makeup?"

"Oh, um... I can get her," Laura said, mentally chastising herself for not thinking of that on her own - of course Sophia would need her makeup touched up before they started filming again.

"Tell her to meet me on set," Sophia ordered, rising from the couch and walking past Laura.

"Yes, Ms. Cornish," Laura said to the actress's back. Alone in the trailer, she heaved a sigh, then pulled out her cell phone and dialed Anna's cell number. "Anna? Yeah, she's headed over to the set and wants you there... Yeah, I'll be there in a few... Thanks, Anna." Laura hung up the phone and took a deep breath. It wasn't as bad as it could be, she told herself. Sophia was in a relatively good, if somewhat odd, mood. Trying to keep her own spirits up, Laura left the trailer and nearly ran into Blake as she turned to head back to the set.

Take Five (Review)

I found my navy blue 0.7 Zebra Sarasa pen! In celebration, I'm writing more of "Take Five" - but it's been a while, so here's a bunch of links so you can remember what happened. (And yes, I realize that you could just go click on the "Take Five" label at the end of this post and see them all on one page, but they'd be in reverse order, and I hate reading like that. But you can do it if you want to. I can't stop you.)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Lost again

I think I need to become less compulsive about the pens that I use.

I hate trying to write in my "Take Five" notebook without my navy blue 0.7 Zebra Sarasa pen. I just don't like the idea of it. I dislike the idea so much, in fact, that when I misplace my navy blue 0.7 Zebra Sarasa pen, I stop working on the story until I find it again.

Is that a bit odd? Maybe...

Each little notebook of mine has its own pen, though, and I try to stick with the same pen (or at least the same brand, style, and colour) for the whole notebook. I don't really know when that started. I don't really know why it started. It's just the way things are now.

Can we pretend that it's cute and quirky?

My Therapist Thinks I Should Socialize More

The title has nothing to do with the blog. I just heard it, and it amused me.

I noticed another thing today that Georgia has a lot of. Lightning bugs. I don't think I'd ever actually seen one in real life until I moved here. From a distance, they're really pretty.

Up close, they're ugly critters that don't look at all like things that should glow. Last week, there was a bug crawling up the bathroom door, and I did what I always do when a creepy bug surprises me - I squished it. Then I found out that it was actually a lightning bug, because there was a phosphorescent glow on the door, my shoe, and the floor. Ick.

Have I mentioned that I don't like bugs inside? I can handle them outside, but they don't belong inside. No bugs!

I can't see my hand!

23.

There's an awful lot of fog in Georgia. In the two years that I've been here, I've seen more fog than I saw in the previous 27 years of my life, combined! There's fog in the morning. There's fog in the evening. There's fog after the rain. There's fog before the rain.

It's kind of cool... at first, I thought the fog was creepy, but I'm finding it more relaxing now... kind of familiar... almost friendly... except when the headlights hit a patch of it off on the side of the road and it looks like something attacking you!

Fairy Feet, Fairy Fingers, and Turn Signals

Tonight's blog is brought to you by the number 8.

Those of you who know me in real life know that I've got small feet.  Tiny feet.  Fairy feet, as a friend once called them.  I wear children's shoes more often than adult shoes.  I always buy kids' socks.  They're just little.  I like 'em.

I also have small hands.  Back when I lived in climates that required gloves or mittens, I actually had to wear children's mittens... size 8-10 years.  With small hands come small fingers - fairy fingers, as I like to refer to them.

Unfortunately, the makers of Volkswagens did not have fairy-fingered people in mind when they made their turn signal stick thingies.  (Yes, I know there's a technical name.  I don't care.)  I have discovered that, when I have my highbeams on, the turn signal stick is just a little bit too far for my fingers to reach!  I actually have to lift my hand off the steering wheel to put on the turn signal.  *Sigh*  I guess there are a few disadvantages to having fairy fingers...

What's a diagram?

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