Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Day Before Dark Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Rainy and cool

Yet another gray day. Ick.

A segment on yesterday’s CBS THE EARLY SHOW enraged me. They interviewed a Twinkie writing “by the pool” for $1/article and calling herself a “freelance writer”. Unfortunately, I can’t find the clip on the site and I want to review it and fact check before I go into full rant mode. I can say it was irresponsible on their part and a slap in the face to all of us who stand firm on earning a living wage BECAUSE WE ARE WORTH IT.

In spite of a migraine and the wonky space bar AND McAfee doing everything in its power to ruin my day, I managed to finish the first draft of FEMME FATALE. It’s much darker than I expected. I’m going to let it marinate for a bit while I work on the next play, and then go back and revise it.

Got an idea for a 3-character farce during the day. Jotted down some notes and it takes its place in the queue.

Splattered anchovies all over myself while cooking dinner. Cats didn’t mind; I did.

Hung out with friends; tried to finalize the plans for tomorrow.

Basically, it was a quiet, productive day. Much needed.

DAUGHTER OF BOSTON arrived. Of course, I should finish the book I’m being paid to review first, but I couldn’t resist dipping into it just a little.

Anxiety dream last night: I dreamed I couldn’t find Elsa, and had to leave, but wouldn’t leave until I found her, and, in the dream, got more and more frantic. She woke me up and was, of course, fine and right there. And then figured, since I was awake anyway, I should get up and feed her. It was 5:37 in the morning. Sigh. She’s very persistent.

Decent morning’s writing, still in longhand. My hand is sore from yesterday’s typing.

Back to the page.


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  1. That darn space bar!!!

    At least you had a good day yesterday. And Elsa is safe. 🙂

  2. I hate those kinds of dreams that make you wake up in a panic. I’ve had those about my son before. Not fun.

    Hope you have a good day! 🙂

  3. Ah yes…Levi herds me to the kitchen every morning at 5 am.

  4. We ARE worth it, Devon. That’s why I started the Writers Worth Day last year and why I pester the hell out of other writers to value themselves and their talents. People like that woman are killing this industry and making it impossible for skilled professionals to receive a fair wage. Perhaps the Twinkie in question has a sugar daddy supplying her with bill-paying money, because in my job, I can’t survive writing for less than a penny a word.

  5. I hope today is another productive day for you. Sorry to hear about the bad dream. I hate those, waking in a panic. Ugh. Sending you good thoughts for the day.

  6. Ouch, I understand why the cats didn’t mind. The smell of anchovies tend to linger linger as well.

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