February 7, 2007

Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Sunny and still cold

“Quiet Church“ by Caleigh Frayne is today’s Circadian Poem.

I can’t sign in to post on the SDR blog, so there’s nothing up today. I spent the time writing the damn essay, but God forbid Blogger should let me have access to that blog. I can access all my other blogs that USED to be on Blogger, but not SDR.

I discovered that I can’t print from Artie’s computer. He kindly set me up access to the word processing programs and internet and everything else I need, but only an administrator can print! So, as a precaution, I’m emailing everything to myself as well as backing up my disks. It’s not a big deal. As far as I know, I don’t have to send out hard copy of anything; if I do, I’ll take it to a copy shop and print it out.

The heat comes on and off in spurts here – it’s warm for awhile; shuts off and gets cold; gets warm. So I have to get used to it. The cats, meanwhile, took possession of the hot water bottle, so too bad for me.

Did a bunch of organizational work on Changeling yesterday morning. It’s work I should have done earlier or before I started it, but I didn’t because I was getting character and dialogue down. Now, I’ve hit a spot where it needs to be all sorted and logical or the rest of the novella won’t make sense. So I sat down and did it. I’ll have to modify some of the names, which are too complicated, but the basic structure is there.

Also, got through a ton of email and found a couple of new markets for material – that is sitting on disks back home. Well, nothing’s on a tight deadline, so it can wait and I’ll send it off next week. I’m keeping a running list of the week, so I know what needs to be handled when I return.

The trade-off this week is dealing with the noise, but not having to deal with a three-hour round trip commute to get to and from the theatre.

Day work was fine. Plenty to do. Grabbed a quick dinner (take-out from Thalia) of lasagna. Just enough to be satisfying, while still being a small portion.

Started reading Holly Kennedy’s The Tin Box, which is a beautiful book.

Show was interesting. Two people were out; one more called in after we set the costume racks, so we had to rearrange things; someone else got sick, so we had to rearrange more; another costume hadn’t been rigged properly, and it wasn’t discovered until the quick change; someone didn’t show up for her cue, so I did it, and then, instead of helping move the heavy rack as she’s supposed to, she just stood there, but I didn’t know she wasn’t guiding it, and we knocked over a bunch of folding chairs. Whatever. And one of the guys had to leave partway through the first act because he had food poisoning, poof thing.

Got some work done on character notes for a new piece. I’m after particular psychological interaction between the characters and how their work together as a group influences their lives outside of the group. So I have to figure out their stories and the different permutations before I get into the plot.

Started work on the revision of Tumble, as well.

Decent morning’s work on Changeling.

I’m sore from the physical demands of heavy costumes and the racks filled with heavy costumes that have to be moved hither and yon in the course of the show.

Thanks for all the suggestions regarding noise. However, I lived in Manhattan, in Times Square for 13 years. Nothing works. Nor do I get used to it, in the sense of not noticing it, although I can usually manage my response to some degree. It’s tied to a medical condition, it’s not just that I find noise annoying. And it’s the vibration of repetitive machine noise combined with the actual sound that’s the problem. Hence, I can’t be exposed to it for long periods of time. And no, medication is not an option, because anything that hides/blocks the noise rather than dealing with the source makes the medical condition worse.

Two shows today. Sigh.

Devon

Chasing the Changeling – 25,092 words out of est. 45,000

25 / 45 (55.6%)