Thursday, September 10, 2009

The Mount, Lenox, MA
Note: This photo was actually taken through a window. The reflection of the panes make it look like there’s a structure over the planned out walkways when there’s not.

Thursday, September 10, 2009
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Cloudy and cool

Yesterday kind of sucked, too. What can I say? I’m on a roll.

The stupid Chase ATM wouldn’t read the deposit. Typical. I got it sorted out, but what a waste of time. Went to Home Depot. Bought the insulated wire cutters and the caps for the live wires.

Managed to cut the wires and disconnect the phone without electrocuting myself or the cats (who all wanted to “help”). Capped the wires so they wouldn’t be a danger/fire hazard, stuffed the phone into the flimsy envelope and hauled it back to the post office. The whole thing was ridiculous.

Had a blazing headache all day, which didn’t improve my mood. Worked on artist statements for various proposals; on the international one, I kept making snide references to this country’s lack of decent health care options. I decided to put it away and work on it when I’m in a better mood. One of the other statements is in pretty good shape — not too earnest, not to flip, just an honest assessment of what I think I can accomplish if I receive the Fellowship.

Seriously, those elves tap dancing in cleats inside my skull all day yesterday really needed to cut it out. NOTHING helped, not even Excedrin. Today, it’s more like dwarves with pick-axes right behind my eyes.

Took some valerian last night for relief, and then tried to watch an acquaintance making a TV appearance post-speech — but he was a half an hour later than originally scheduled and I was in no condition to pay attention! I’m sure he was great, though; he always is. Definitely one of our best and brightest minds working right now.

I found Rep. Joe Wilson’s outburst during the speech last night disgusting. For one thing, he’s wrong — he either didn’t read the bill or he’s incapable of understanding it, and if he can’t comprehend what he reads, he shouldn’t be in the job. For another thing, whether you agree or not, you don’t shout out in the middle of the speech that the President is a liar. Period. Of course, all of these guys are the same ones that swore if anyone disagreed with Bush it was treason; yet they’re allowed to be as insulting and disrespectful as they wish. And then the non-apology. Fortunately, people are willing to speak with their wallets, and his opponent raised $100,000 overnight. It would be nice to have some adults who know how to behave with class representing people. But I guess when you have no ideas or solutions or desire/capability to comprehend what’s actually on the page, the only thing you can do is revert to the behavior of a spoiled toddler.

And I wonder why I have a migraine!

On the writing front, I’ve come to a crossroads with one particular aspect of my work, and I have to make a decision. I resent that the decision is being forced on me just days before I leave on a big trip, but that’s the way it goes sometimes. I also want to make sure I don’t respond out of anger, much of which is misplaced. What it really presents is an opportunity for new directions and to take all that was good about it and apply it moving forward. I felt it coming for awhile, but hoped it wouldn’t actually happen for a few more months. Onward and upward, right? Lots of changes are coming in the next 6-8 months as far as publishing venues for my work, and it’s all positive, even though there’s some letting go involved in the process. To make room for the new, one has to either let go of the old, or rearrange it a bit! It’s not a bad thing, it just has its own schedule, which doesn’t always align with our emotions.

Decent but not brilliant morning’s work on AMENDS. I’m about a third of the way through the book, and while I started knowing where I want to end, and that’s the same, I need to sort out the middle a bit. I don’t want to lose momentum by going back into the first third and messing with it, but I feel I need to make some notes in order to plot the center third so that the final third will pack the type of punch I want. I know where I”m going; I just feel like I’ve blown a tire on the journey, and I have to make repairs and get back on the road again.

I got a lovely email from poet Sandra Beasley, whose work I stumbled across while doing research on the Millay Colony, and to whom I’d sent an email with some questions. She was very encouraging, just what I needed right now.

I hope this isn’t one of my six day migraines. The last thing I need is to get on the plane feeling like this.

I’ve got some errands to run today, and more writing to do, and laundry. The weather in Prague looks like it’s going to be low 70s during the day, high 40s at night. I’d like to get the newsletter out today or tomorrow, too. A lot will be dictated by whether or not I can get the migraine to let up.


AMENDS — first draft: 24,875 words out of est. 75,000 words
New York Botanical Garden

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  1. Hope your sore head disappears fast. Never nice when you can’t shake it. I’ve been enjoying your pictures lately. 🙂

  2. I hope your headache goes away soon. The man that made the outburst represents my state and I think he should have kept his mouth shut. Idiot!
    Hugs on the headache, sending good thoughts your way.

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