Mar. 25th, 2010

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Somewhere around here, in a place nearby, but a direction I cannot pinpoint, workers have been chain-sawing trees* since about 10 this morning six hours ago). I can't officially complain, to tell them to shut up, because they're not violating any noise-time restrictions.

But -- DAMN! It's getting on my nerves, and I can't concentrate on my writing, and I'm still trying to finish working on my outline / Treatment for my Script Frenzy graphic novel script**

The sound is not overly loud, but it's unrelenting. And it's got this pitch and resonance, that if a symphony composer put it into his latest opus, it would immediately tell the audience that:

"This is the part of the musical story where something really bad is about to happen."

-- all minor chords, with some discordant overtones. And there's no place I can go in the house to get away from the sound.

And it's put me in a really bad mood.

...

Ah! They've stopped. ...it's after 4:00. Maybe they're heading back to the office to fill out their work reports so they can head home at 5:00.

*crosses fingers*

(nope. they've started again)

*decides to take a Tylenol for her headache.*



*(as best as I can figure)

**(Yes, I finally decided on that as my format. If it turns out well, and I'd like to see it as a completed project, it would be easier to find a single artist to work with, than find a cast of dozens for a stage or radio play, or a cast of several dozens and a production crew for a feature-length film)

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