Heaven to interview, Hell to transcribe.

I’ve been struggling for the past five hours to transcribe my conversation with Czarina. A nice enough girl, willing enough to talk about awkward sex situations with an overweight mustachioed stranger armed with a tape recorder. If she has any faults, it’s her unstoppable volubility. She’s so quick with her tongue (don’t get any ideas, please, folks, I’m a married man), and her speech is littered with ganitos, ganyans, and the like, that I’m this close to giving up and making something up from scratch.

The interview went smoothly, with one glitch. She was so garrulous that I ran out of tape. Good thing there was more than enough to go with on the one tape I had. Then I decided I only needed what was on the single tape that I brought, and I plan to run with it.