professional entrances

I have been working very hard lately. I'm pleased about it, because it means money is coming in and the business is thriving, but it's a little stressful.

I mentioned that I received a commission from G magazine, a title I am extremely proud to be writing for. It's about the bushwalks, hence why we have been hitting the dirt lately.

I had done all the research, taken the photos, had edited them and burned them to disk by the middle of last week. I had hoped to write the story (due today) before Friday so I could drop the disk of photos in to the G offices which are close to Nell's preschool.

I had it all planned out: I would ride Nell to preschool and casually show up at G's offices, disk of gorgeous photos in hand (along with my bicycle helmet, thus proving my extreme greeness), I would meet the editor, hit it off and instantly become part of the G family.

Well last week didn't quite pan out the way I hoped and other work crowded in. I only managed to finish the first draft by Friday and added the final polish last night. So I had to drop in the disk today: on a Mummy and Nelly day, as they are known. Our house was also out of food so I had to do the grocery shopping in the same outing, necessitating that I use the car. Still, I thought, I can show my face, say 'hi' and be impressive even with a child and no bicycle helmet.

G's offices are at the top of a small building with steep flights of stairs. Nell was feeling the pinch by the second landing so I had to carry her the last four flights. I set her down, and attempted to catch my breath. Meanwhile she opened the door and ran into the office, tripped and sprawled loudly in front of the reception desk. Just then a giant black shaggy dog bounded up to say hello. Nell took fright of the dog and in the ensuing commotion I managed to mumble something about my disk, handed it over and fled.

Not quite the professional entrance I had envisaged.

Still, my words appear to speak for themselves (excuse the pun) because as I sat down to my email tonight, I have received another commission from G! Perhaps I will get to join the G family after all.

Comments

[Bwca]

'G' - one letter.
and in your 'About' - "The Gong", "The Berra" etc.

We have such a vast country that we want to reduce everything we can.
In Ballarat locals refer to The Rat - one less syllable makes all the difference eh?
Locals in Alice Springs would only say 'Alice'.
Locals in Bacchus Marsh Victoria say BM or The Marsh.

Style mavens all claim "Less is More" - so maybe Aussies are just really stylish people.

[Angela]

It's just as well you ate all day sunday - today sounds like a typical 'no time to eat I'm a juggling working mum' day. So when the foods on - go for it I say, because tomorrow it will probably be dry biscuits at 2.30!! I even forgot to eat my Chinese leftovers today!!