Write, rewrite, and keep writing
Sunday, January 15, 2006
"Write, rewrite, write, rewrite" That's what Ms Tan told me. Well, I have written another chapter of "Burdens of Life". Anyone recalls that story? Well, who is tired by it already? Nic wanted more. Yea, I got up more, but I don't quite dare to post it up. I've written a lot of dialogue again. "All dialogues must serve a purpose." I tried twitching it otherwise, but the effect is not that strong. I just wanna know who's already tired of Burdens of Life.
Alright, I'll stop procrastinating. I'll post up my next chapter. I have problems stopping this story.
Out of place
Just as she was about to rush off to her next conference, the office phone rang. Releasing a heave of exasperation, she picked up the phone. “Ms Deline here. How may I help you?” “Hello Mrs Shanter, or Ms Deline, whatever you call yourself. This is Renez here. We are pleased to inform you that a new senior shall be placed over you.” “I beg your pardon boss. A new senior?” Ms Deline could not believe her ears. She was the managing director of her own team of workers; now she was to be under someone else’s charge. “Yes Mrs Shanter. She will assist you greatly with your proposals. We’re sending her over this very minute so that the two of you can get acquainted with each other.” Before the she could object, or as a matter of fact, put across any of her valued opinions, the speaker on the other end of the phone line cut the conversation.
Without much of a knock or a warning of any kind, her office door swung open. “Greetings, Mrs Shanter. My name is Jeneviereta. You may call me Miss Jeneviereta.” “Er… yes, pleased to meet you Miss Je… what was it again? But I have to go for a conference now. And next time you do drop by, could you please kindly knock on the door? Excuse me now will you?” Ms Deline hurried to open the door and usher the unwelcomed intruder out. “It’s Jeneviereta. Now Mrs Shanter, You shall not be the one telling me to do this and that. I have sent someone in your place to the conference. Don’t worry; I’ve seen to it that the presentation is flawless.” Miss Jeneviereta picked up the family photo that Ms Deline kept on her desk. Miss Jeneviereta lifted her eyebrows in interest at the photo.
Ms Deline rushed to snatch back the photo. Trying to order her thoughts, she replied “So I guess, we have some time to talk,” as she sat back in her office chair. Miss Jeneviereta began pacing the large office. “Firstly, there will be change in the way we work as a team. Your job is to create proposals with presentations. Then, I’ll hand the task of presenting to more influential people, those who know how to better keep their composure.”
Ms Deline face turned blacker and blacker as she listened to Miss Jeneviereta issuing out her orders. The words hit her hard. Spending hours on end in front of a computer screen was most certainly not what she wanted to do for the rest of her career. “What? I beg your pardon Miss Je… whatever your name is. I’m going to do up a presentation with every single proposal? And someone else who doesn’t fully understand what my proposal is about is going to present in my place? How to you expect us to clinche any deals?”
Miss Jeneviereta’s fair forehead creased in annoyance. She stopped short in front of Ms Deline’s table and glared straight into Ms Deline’s eyes. “For one, Mrs Shanter, if your proposal cannot be understood by other professional consultants, how do you expect the troubled managers from other companies to be able to understand it? In other words, your proposal would then be deemed as incomprehensible and you would have to redo it. Another thing; pay attention, my name is Miss Jeneviereta. Only tongue-tied people cannot pronounce it, much less remember it. You get me?” Determined not to show any sign of weakness or compromise, Ms Deline reflected the laser-like glare. “Fine. I’ll do the proposal write-ups with complimentary presentations. What’s the first assignment for me, senior?” Ms Deline retorted, her voice dripping with sacarsm.
“As a matter of fact, Mrs Shanter,” Miss Jeneviereta banged her fist down on Ms Deline’s desk, “I have for you the list of datelines for the various proposals that you have to complete this week.” Ms Deline raised her eyebrows mockingly. “So much for composure, Miss Jen-the-great.” Miss Jeneviereta drew a deep breath, in spite of her raging mind that was going through various schemes to “put Mrs Shanter back in her place”. “We’ll see about that Mrs Shanter,” Miss Jeneviereta said as she whirled around and slammed the office door shut behind her.
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Alright, I'll stop procrastinating. I'll post up my next chapter. I have problems stopping this story.
Out of place
Just as she was about to rush off to her next conference, the office phone rang. Releasing a heave of exasperation, she picked up the phone. “Ms Deline here. How may I help you?” “Hello Mrs Shanter, or Ms Deline, whatever you call yourself. This is Renez here. We are pleased to inform you that a new senior shall be placed over you.” “I beg your pardon boss. A new senior?” Ms Deline could not believe her ears. She was the managing director of her own team of workers; now she was to be under someone else’s charge. “Yes Mrs Shanter. She will assist you greatly with your proposals. We’re sending her over this very minute so that the two of you can get acquainted with each other.” Before the she could object, or as a matter of fact, put across any of her valued opinions, the speaker on the other end of the phone line cut the conversation.
Without much of a knock or a warning of any kind, her office door swung open. “Greetings, Mrs Shanter. My name is Jeneviereta. You may call me Miss Jeneviereta.” “Er… yes, pleased to meet you Miss Je… what was it again? But I have to go for a conference now. And next time you do drop by, could you please kindly knock on the door? Excuse me now will you?” Ms Deline hurried to open the door and usher the unwelcomed intruder out. “It’s Jeneviereta. Now Mrs Shanter, You shall not be the one telling me to do this and that. I have sent someone in your place to the conference. Don’t worry; I’ve seen to it that the presentation is flawless.” Miss Jeneviereta picked up the family photo that Ms Deline kept on her desk. Miss Jeneviereta lifted her eyebrows in interest at the photo.
Ms Deline rushed to snatch back the photo. Trying to order her thoughts, she replied “So I guess, we have some time to talk,” as she sat back in her office chair. Miss Jeneviereta began pacing the large office. “Firstly, there will be change in the way we work as a team. Your job is to create proposals with presentations. Then, I’ll hand the task of presenting to more influential people, those who know how to better keep their composure.”
Ms Deline face turned blacker and blacker as she listened to Miss Jeneviereta issuing out her orders. The words hit her hard. Spending hours on end in front of a computer screen was most certainly not what she wanted to do for the rest of her career. “What? I beg your pardon Miss Je… whatever your name is. I’m going to do up a presentation with every single proposal? And someone else who doesn’t fully understand what my proposal is about is going to present in my place? How to you expect us to clinche any deals?”
Miss Jeneviereta’s fair forehead creased in annoyance. She stopped short in front of Ms Deline’s table and glared straight into Ms Deline’s eyes. “For one, Mrs Shanter, if your proposal cannot be understood by other professional consultants, how do you expect the troubled managers from other companies to be able to understand it? In other words, your proposal would then be deemed as incomprehensible and you would have to redo it. Another thing; pay attention, my name is Miss Jeneviereta. Only tongue-tied people cannot pronounce it, much less remember it. You get me?” Determined not to show any sign of weakness or compromise, Ms Deline reflected the laser-like glare. “Fine. I’ll do the proposal write-ups with complimentary presentations. What’s the first assignment for me, senior?” Ms Deline retorted, her voice dripping with sacarsm.
“As a matter of fact, Mrs Shanter,” Miss Jeneviereta banged her fist down on Ms Deline’s desk, “I have for you the list of datelines for the various proposals that you have to complete this week.” Ms Deline raised her eyebrows mockingly. “So much for composure, Miss Jen-the-great.” Miss Jeneviereta drew a deep breath, in spite of her raging mind that was going through various schemes to “put Mrs Shanter back in her place”. “We’ll see about that Mrs Shanter,” Miss Jeneviereta said as she whirled around and slammed the office door shut behind her.
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