In the space of one short phone call my grandma managed toA) Tell me I should get a Normal Job...

In the space of one short phone call my grandma managed to

A) Tell me I should get a Normal Job (again) ‘like in an office or something.’
B) Ask what my new book is about because 'I just couldn’t really get into the last one.’ (#thanks)
and C) express disbelief I actually have to revise it and still haven’t finished it yet. (Full time day job, Muriel, just sayin)

She also tried to warn me out of my plan to drop down to part time in my non-writing job, even though I’ve done all the budgeting, and she thinks I’m clearly slacking and not writing fast enough.

'But Rachael, didn’t Dumbledore give you that Time Turner? Why aren’t you using those extra twelve hours a day?!’

where’s ur masterpiece, grandma? And you can’t use that time u danced on swords in Denmark when you were young AGAIN.