Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Cloudy and cool

Just a quick check-in – home only long enough to refill cat feeders, unpack and repack, take care of some business, run some errands, and off I go again.

The first article for Blessed Gardens is here:

And the 2008 Llewellyn Annuals are out! I have work in The Magical Almanac, The Spell-A-Day, The Tarot Reader, and the Herbal Almanac.

I’m thinking about the next novel. I wanted to wait awhile, but this particular tale has been forming for a few weeks now, and, since Good Names is now in typing stage instead of creation stage . . .I have to do some more percolating, and I’ll probably actually start it when the moon turns to new next week. Plus, I sat down and figured out what projects are in what stages, so I can get through the backlog and start getting projects out. There’s no point in doing all this writing if it just piles up. Finishing, revisions, and submissions are important.

The past few days, I’ve been in the city working with a small dog. He was taken off death row in one of the shelters by an acquaintance of mine who felt sorry for him. The shelter workers hated him; no one wanted him; he was deemed unadoptable, aggressive, and sentenced to death.

Those people were either crazy or lazy.

This is one of the smartest dogs I’ve ever met. He’s young, affectionate, and intelligent. He’s also frightened and insecure, and when he panics, it blocks his intelligence. Yes, he was a basket case when I walked in the door. But, when I left yesterday to go to the theatre, he was calm, affectionate, obeyed basic commands like “sit”, “stay”, “go find” and “no”. All he needed was structure and love, and he got both. He’s fine. He’s a delight. He’s still unsure of strange people, but he’s really good with other dogs. When I sat at the table, writing, he’d curl up by my feet. When I read the paper in the morning, he’d sit in my lap. He snuggled when we watched television at night, or later on in bed. He’s a delight. If his human keeps up the structures I’ve started, there’s nothing he can’t learn, except maybe to do things that require opposable thumbs.

How many other dogs are being killed every day, simply because they’re smart and the people around them were either stupid or lazy? It breaks my heart.

And I miss him terribly. Talk about instant bonding.

My untrainable cats are happy that I’m home and I’ve lavished plenty of affection on them last night and this morning. They all “helped” me crochet last night – which means I spent quite a bit of time retrieving yarn from under the bed, behind the bookcase, etc., etc.

Diane – to answer your question, new owners are unlikely to improve our conditions. What they are likely to do is try to toss us all out on our asses again, despite the ETPA protections. Which is yet another reason I’m stepping up the house hunt. I’m sick of the bullshit.

Brandy – to answer your question: most people find knitting very easy. I have a terrible time casting on, although Anita at “Snapshots of a Life in Pictures and Words” is a great knitter and gave me some good tips. Once I’m actually knitting, I’m okay, although I’m slow. But the casting on . . . I’m pretty useless. And without casting on, you can’t knit. I’m still more comfortable with crocheting, so that’s what I’m focusing on now. My mom is a superb knitter, but won’t use a pattern. I buy the yarn, sketch out what I want, and she does it.

Day work was okay yesterday, but my focus is so far from theatrical work right now that I really had to pay attention. I can’t slack off and expect other people to clean up after me because I’m busy with other things. Plus, the call is getting more and more stuff heaped on it all the time, so I just prioritize each time I’m in there, and do the most important things first, and then however much else I can fit into the call and there it is. Some of the stuff has been put in because the dressers don’t feel like doing it; some of it is simply because different people are in different tracks and different things happen.

The construction guys are using the power tools that drive me crazy (yes, I know, short drive) right under my window. So much for getting creative work done this morning.

I managed to get some decent work done on “Revenge Tangents”, which I’ve finally accepted is actually Revenge Tangents and will be a novella.

Off to deal with the unpleasant b.s,, run some errands, do some prep work, and off to the next gig. “See” you all in a few days.

Devon

Revenge Tangents – 13,635 words out of est. 15,000

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
13 / 15
(86.7%)
Published in: on September 5, 2007 at 7:58 am  Comments (11)  

11 Comments

  1. Wow–You are the Dog Whisperer! And to think he was going to be senslessly killed–what a triumph!

    My daughter is excellent at Crocheting. She is nine, and does it VERY well. Of course Grandma taught her, because I’ve never picked up a crochet needle in my life! She’s learning knitting now. She says it’s very difficult.

  2. I’m glad that your energy spared that dog his life. We have a smart dog, too and he’s quite a bit of work, but we wouldn’t trade him for the world.

    You sound very pleased and content with all that’s going on, Devon. As you should be. You are working hard and reaping the benefits. 🙂

    I taught myself how to knit and my first project was a Philosopher’s Wool Fair Isle sweater. No easy task, but it turned out lovely and I wear it with pride.

  3. The Dog sounds adorable. It’s horrible to think of so many animals killed every year because of ignorance or laziness.
    Thank you for answering my question about knitting. I tried crotcheting and just couldn’t, so I guess I’d be just as bad at knitting. Or not. I may try it anyway.
    I’m sure the kitties were happy to see you and enjoyed helping you!

    Have a wonderful week!

  4. Feeling all out of kilter and thought I’d check on the phases of the moon. You always have it up here.
    Damn. I must be part woman.
    Fingernail- on -the blackboard feeling ever since the full moon.
    Keep busy or go mad, says Hegel.

    Blog, blog, blog.

    Ivan

  5. Give yourself a pat on the back from me, Devon–you done good!

  6. Loved the way you shifted from the dog that needed some training to the cats the can’t be trained….priceless 🙂

    I really enojyed your article at Blessed Gardens. Looking forward to the next one.

  7. Went looking for your article but didn’t see it – probably under my nose but – anyways – can you give me directions to where it is on that site?

    Our newest addition, a rescue Pug, is now able to go outside with us without a leash (we have lots of land here) where for a while we had to leash her inside just to be able to get her to come anywhere. If we didn’t have the first Pug, we’d have been in trouble! She’s still skittish around boots, but otherwise a real sweeite pie (although we haven’t quite got the pooping outside thing in place yet).

  8. My sister just rescued a 7-month-old dog from her nextdoor neighbor. Here’s link to her blog entry about it:
    The Ultimate Dog Toy
    When she got him, he was so stressed out he’d lost all the fur from his hind quarters. Only a few weeks later all the fur is growing back in. He’s part border collie, so you can imagine an intelligent dog was mighty depressed to be losing his fur. I’m so glad my sister has him now. And I’m so glad you worked with your shelter dog, Devon. Many blessings to you!

  9. Hmm, my link didn’t work. On my blog’s sidebar, my sister’s blog is called MichelleWriter.

  10. I love that the dog is doing well under your loving attention. Animals, just like people, need lots of love.

  11. Enjoyed the article. Long time for me to visit. Glad you are still around. Ironically, I found you again, by seeing that my net artist friend Tammy had referred to you! Small circles sometimes in this blogosphere. 🙂


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