I’d planned to spend the entire day devoted to writing. After numerous interruptions, most of them more stressful than I’d care to relate, and a lovely evening chat with my smarter half, I finally got down to “business” around 8:30 PM. But the Washington Wizards and Miami Heat were each playing (and winning) and there went that bit of focus.
So, here it is, midnight, and the sum total of what I’ve written today is below.
My interview with Rosie wasn’t going at all like I planned. I suppose it might have been due to the fact that I let myself like her enough that I didn’t want to rough her up emotionally. You need to stay objective, if not antagonistic toward your subject during questioning. It could also have been the fact that the girl was a lot brighter than I expected a glorified waitress to be. Mostly, however, it was the fact that the woman was playing a game she called Strip Interview, during which she removed an article of clothing each time I asked her a personal question or one she deemed to be stupid. That left me with one of two options: stop the interview or risk having a naked subject sitting across from me.
Like I’ve said before, I’m a professional. I wasn’t about to stop the interview over some half-assed, female bullying technique. Besides, I’d conducted plenty of interviews of nude subjects during my time in Afghanistan. Granted, none of those Taliban freaks looked anything like Rosie, but that was my theory. In truth, the woman was killing me. She was currently seated across from me wearing a black lace bra, matching panties, and those damned fuzzy sandals. I was sure she kept those on just to keep me noticing her feet. I may have sort of a thing for feet.
The way I saw it, I had to figure out what I needed to know in the next two questions, or somebody was going to be in a world of hurt.
Oh well, at least I got my plot outlined organized better. That’ll make the writing fly by tomorrow. (Sigh)