Thursday, March 27, 2008

Thursday, March 27, 2008
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Rainy and warm

Well, I got a lot done, but it wasn’t necessarily what I hoped.

Got the car inspected – found a great new mechanic, very nice, reasonably priced, quick. Yay. I paid one third of what I usually pay around here for the inspection, stickers, etc. Got depressed in the bookstore because the stuff they’re pushing on the dumps and facing out on the shelves is not the stuff I read OR write. A trend starts, and suddenly, it’s overkill. There’s not enough variety. Everything has to fit a box quote. And some of the books I looked at and put back are probably really good – but they didn’t grab me in the ten seconds they had to get me because it was all “focus-speak” buzzwords that totally turned me off.

So I didn’t buy anything. I didn’t get the great recommendations in yesterday’s comments until I got back.

Found a family-run storage place in the next town; rented a space for a few months so I can shovel out some stuff from here in preparation for the new windows being forced on us. Yep, we’re supposed to be excited that they’re ripping out our windows, leaving gaping holes, and smacking in new ones, and we’re supposed to move everything five feet back from the windows. And put it where? These are NY-sized apartments, not much more than shoebox sized. And who’s providing the tarps and the plastic for the rest of the apartment so things aren’t swept out by wind? The higher you get, the more wind velocity. Granted, I’m only on the third floor, but all you need is a good gust of wind and a room full of manuscripts . . .And they’re barely giving us any notice – I don’t think so. I’m working out of town at the end of next week and guess what? They don’t get to come in here while I’m gone. Someone’s got to keep track of the cats if there are gaping holes in the apartment for hours at a time.

Got the first carload of stuff into storage. Pain in the ass getting it down three flights of stairs (no elevators) and climbing over the construction guys. But hey, one of them is a cute and friendly Irish guy, so I may have to do some fraternizing with the enemy.

The window guys are working much faster than expected, though, so it looks like once they get in, they’re in and out quickly and efficiently. But they did not give us enough notice, and they’re just going to have to wait until I’m ready.

Packed a carload’s worth of boxes at night instead of working out. I guess it counts as weight lifting, right?

I’ve developed a twitch in my left eyelid from the stress, which totally sucks, but I’m hoping lavender and chamomile compress tonight, when I get home, will take care of it.

My paper and ink arrived, so I could print out the rest of my friend’s manuscript, and now I can finish reading and commenting on it.

I caffeinated myself to the hilt at 11 PM last night, turned up Pat Benatar, B-52s, Elvendrums, Texas, Tubthumper, and even some Madonna to dig in and get that draft of the sci-fi horror western done. If I’d continued much longer, I’d have had to move into death metal. The more tired I get, the harsher the music to drive me. Upped the Ick Factor on it one of the chapters, too. Tubthumper’s “Creepy Crawling” was especially appropriate.

I finished it just before 2 AM.

I have to cut at least 351 words; problem is, second draft is usually longer than the first. So I have to do at least two more drafts in the next couple of days.

I’ll get there.

And I think I might revisit this world. I think Eidolinn the Soul Dispatcher and Riker Cain, detective, have a few more adventures in store for them.

Unfortunately, this one needs to be 351 words shorter.

I’m working onsite today in CT, so I won’t be online much.

Devon

Devon’s Bookstore:


5 in 10: Create 5 Short Stories in Ten Weeks
by Devon Ellington. This ebooklet takes you from inspiration to writing to revision to marketing. By the end of ten weeks, you will have either 5 short stories or a good chunk of a novella complete. And it’s only 50 cents, USD. Here.

Writing Rituals: Ideas to Support Creativity by Cerridwen Iris Shea. This ebooklet contains several rituals to help you start writing, get you through writer’s block, and help send your work on its way. It’s only 39 cents USD. (Note: Cerridwen Iris Shea is one of the six names under which I publish). Here.


Full Circle: An Ars Concordia Anthology
. Edited by Colin Galbraith. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and other pieces by a writers’ group of which I am a member. My story is “Pauvre Bob”, set at Arlington Race Track in Illinois. You can download it free here:

Published in: on March 27, 2008 at 7:01 am  Comments (4)  

4 Comments

  1. At least it’s not 1351 words. I bet you can hunt down those 351 in no time. Sounds like you got some good words in yesterday despite all the interferences.

    CUTE and IRISH? Can I get in line? 😉

    Have a good day!

  2. I love Irish Accents. Almost as much as Scots!

    You know what? I know when I’m stressed, because I get a twitch in my left bottom eyelid. SO annoying! That’s when I know it’s time to slow down. I hope yours stops soon! It can drive you bats.

    You are getting so much work done with the chaos–you’re better than me. I’ve had KID CHAOS all week and I haven’t even been able to get on the computer much. When will Spring Break be OVER??? 😉

    Hang in there!

  3. I HATE moving when there are stairs involved. UGH. Still, it’s a good work out. 😉

  4. Ah, moving, even if it’s just to storage is a pain in the butt. It’s even worse when you have an antique piano with a steel case. *g*
    Sorry to hear about the eye twitch, but YAY you’ve finished the first draft!
    I hope you have a nice day in CT.


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