Well, it's 9 pm just now, so I don't think I'll do much until I go to bed... I mean, I'm supposed to keep on revising my manuscript because maybe who knows this time, after 2 past duds, I might be able to publish it via a friend who recently got acquainted with an editor and etc, but other than that, I got nothing to do.
Have to keep an eye on Twentyone, my cat, who's got the boo-boos (a serious one - leukemia). He used to be a very polite, very stately cat, huge, but athletic, big-boned, big-pawed... now he looks like a bag of bones, and can't move without me picking him up. Lucky me he meows when he wants to pee or go number 2 (I'm being objective when I say he is just the most genteel feline motherfucker I've ever seen), otherwise my place would be in a sorry state... the timbre of his voice dropped way low and now it's like something coming from a grave... pretty fuck*ng rending as you can imagine. Got me a case of the Guilt for not picking on up earlier on the symptoms... "A lesson is learned but the damage", and all that... sigh. Friday he had the creepiest thousand-yard stare, which truly put the Fear in me, but fortunately now he looks relaxed, and is already following objects with his eyes. So it's all about giving him fluids and stuffing him with food + medicine via a syringe... but things don't look good for the poor thing, I guess.
Well, and since I'm here, why not tell you what has been up of late? I don't live in Rio anymore, I'm in a small town nearby working on a secret translation project. The job is less boring than my previous technical translation job, and way easier, and pays way more, so that's pretty cool. I'm 33 and all my life I have been small-giraffe in big ponds, even knowing that I had some big-giraffe bones in me. Now with this job things are starting to change - I'm working alongside some big shots in the area (which means good contacts in the publishing world), and they're all pretty flabbergasted with the quality and quantity of my output. Dudes were all gabbing about how they do 2.300 words per day, until I came in and started doing like 7.000, without even putting a lot of effort into it, with near spotless quality... they certainly weren't expecting this from me, the quiet shy small man with the sorta handicapped, stigmatized social background... haha, being underestimated rocks!
But anyway, hopefully I'll stay firmly entreched in this area of work (can't wait to put this baby on my CV, I can't imagine having problems finding more work after people see this one in there...)
(By the way, just an afterthought re: almost having been published twice in the past, like I so ardently wanted... thank heavens I wasn't! There were so many poorly thought-out things in the previous manuscript... I mean, the book was good and I stand by it, but it was lazily stitched together. God, if somehow it had slipped through and gotten out in the street with my name on it, I'd quite simply have to change my name, it was so feeble and amateurish... Now it looks way more rounded-up, even with potential to grow. All this to say that I hope my luck continues and God keeps protecting me from all the dumb shit that I want...)
Edit: Curses, that filter!
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