2. Upon picking it up this morning (big queue at Boots, bus stuck in traffic, late for work) I ran into Pritpal from school. What with Crystal and Jenn at swimming, it's starting again... I wonder who else I'll run into? [ETA: I saw someone else in the sandwich shop, who I think was called Lucy. She was in my A-Level English group, anyway. I doubt she'd recognise me, and I don't think I turned round long enough for her to see me...]
3. Our fee earners need to learn that I cannot magically make their documents appear. Nor can I do five things at once. Bernie put an urgent in last night which I would happily have done this morning, had she not then put ANOTHER urgent in after that which was needed for the same time. And given I was in late (9.00 rather than 8.45) I lost the precious 15 minutes in which I could've done the first one. So instead I had to do one and give the other one to our temp (Val), so it didn't get done in time. But honestly, it doesn't help when Bernie asks me where it is in such a manner as to imply I should conjure it out of mid-air.
4. Add to that, "the printer's out of toner", "Tray 2 is empty" and "can you do this one next please?" and I've only just (at 10.00) managed to get into a proper routine.
5. I had a strange realisation this morning. Firstly, that I am currently reading three books at once (Making the Cat Laugh, Lynne Truss; Babel Tower, A.S. Byatt; Legacy, Susan Kay.) Secondly, that I should really start over with Legacy because I keep getting distracted by other books since I started. Susan Kay is a very engaging author, but her chapters are long and rambling and I've lost track of who most of the players are; possibly it would help if my grasp of Elizabethan history was better, of course. In thinking about this, I realised that the only bit of the book I can properly remember is the bit at the start about young Elizabeth's childhood, which in turn reminded me that the only bit of Jane Eyre I even vaguely remember - i.e. before I completely lost interest - was the beginning about her childhood. The same rings true for Kay's Phantom - the opening section about his mother and him growing up is for me one of the most memorable parts, apart from the 'Counterpoint' section at the end which follows the original novel.
I have no idea why this happens, but perhaps I just find stories about children more interesting. So I suppose it's not even slightly coincidental that my latest original piece (the screenplay/novel), Reclamation (nee Orphan Eyes) is about children. A lot of said children are just background characters with no discernible origin. Two of the main characters, Jorel and Zoe, have some history to explain where they are and how they got there, but the lead character, Mila, has no history at all. I think I got as far as explaining her leaving the orphanage and finding Retek at the subway station, but no further than that.
To be honest, I like Mila as she is. I like that she's leading a mission, without any apparent reason. She has a score to settle, but we don't know why. She is the enigmatic leader, and it's better, perhaps, that we don't know where she's come from. Just like we don't know where Retek came from. They're both just... well, there.
This doesn't mean that they're not complex characters, because the two of them form the basis of tension and drama in the plot. They have conflicting personalities and there is also history between them, though, again, I haven't decided how much.
The more minor characters have history, because later on they become the focus of the story. (It's going to end up as a frelling trilogy at this rate...) Their motives NEED to be explained in that story, because it's a continuation, not a stand-alone or a beginning. That the beginning begins in the middle is inconsequential, really, as nobody really knows what happens at the start anyway. Nobody knows how it began.
I... think I may have lost my point in all that ramble. But the children idea whacked me on the head this morning and I had to write it down...
I do believe that's everything.
Choir tonight. At least I'm not insanely tired for a change. I woke up at some point this morning thinking I'd fallen asleep with my side lamp on, as the room seemed distinctly blue, but it turned out to be daylight over the top of the curtains. I think Spring is trying to, er, spring. It just needs to warm up a bit. But not too much. about 10 degrees would be fine. :)