May 15, 2007

Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Dark Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and warm

I hate being this tired. I putter around and can’t get anything done. I’m running behind today, and don’t have time to download and re-size photos. Sorry.

The weekend was exhausting, show-wise. Too many hours in the building when I wanted to be elsewhere, writing. Don’t get me wrong – I enjoy the people with whom I work on the show – but I’m at a point where I need to complete the transition out of the double career and into the full-time writing.

A great thing on Saturday was that my friend A. showed up at the theatre. We bounced up to the Time Warner Center to Borders (my mom loves Borders Gift Cards, so that was her Mother’s Day gift) and then over to Mantra for dinner. Terrific. And he’s so much happier now that he’s not in 8 shows/week. Next week, we’re traveling to Philly together, with two other friends, for the King Tut exhibit, which should be fun.

Of course, the pliers hunt on Saturday morning was nowhere near as easy as it should have been. I SHOULD have been able to go to the same hardware store where I got the first set, walked in, plucked it off the rack, paid, and done.

Ha!

They no longer carry that kind. I need the kind with the strong spring that stays open until you clench them closed. Otherwise, they fall open when I try to grab the purse clips on the monkey harness in the quick change and it’s a big ole mess.

Finally, I went to Home Depot, in the tool section. Amazing how much attention you get when someone asks, “Can I help you?” and I say, “Baby, I need some tools.” At least six guys dropped everything and came over to help.

I got myself a larger Husky pair of pliers that’s – reversible! I love them, and boy, do they make a difference in the quick change. They are SERIOUS pliers and the purse clips quake!

Got home late, overslept on Sunday, barely got it together to make the train back into the city on time. Matinee was fine, but I was glad to get out.

At the train station, of course, just a few minutes before the train leaves, they can’t be bothered to have the doors to the platform open. Not only that, but they had a cop and a National Guard troop in front of the closed door – but no information as to what was going on.

So I went down another platform door, zigged back up the platform to the connecting platform, and got onto my platform that way. Sorry, I’m not a sheep and refuse to be penned up like one. And nothing was wrong on the platform, except the lazy ass Metro North employees couldn’t be bothered to show up to open the train. This is NOT acceptable.

On top of it, they print this fantasy newsletter claiming their trains are 97% on time. I don’t know what planet they’re living on, but they are NOT taking the same train line I ride! Liar, liar, pants on FIRE! Whoever is writing and creating these fantasy articles need to be arrested – newsletters like this are supposed to print facts, not fiction!

Knitted and crocheted Sunday night, overslept on Monday, and just could NOT get it together. I have a ridiculous backlog of projects that has to go out, and I need to get down to it.

Checked the job boards, got out some pitches. Printed off some guidelines that sound interesting, but need further thought. Did a lot of research for Good Names, but still don’t have exactly what I need. I think I’m going to create a private rail car for the family – after all, she does own stock in the railroads, as well as running a shipping business.

Found an interesting tidbit of information – Robert Todd Lincoln (yes, THAT one) took over the Pullman Company when George Pullman retired (or maybe it was when he died).

Finished Susannah’s Garden. Liked it enough to want to read more of Debbie Macomber’s work. However, there were several things I didn’t buy: Carolyn’s lack of recognition; Susannah’s handling of Travis’s attempt at blackmail and the lack of resolution on that whole story line – oh, her husband’s going to deal with it now and she can just hand it off to someone else. That makes Susannah, in my opinion, too weak to be a protagonist I can respect. If someone threatened me with my daughter’s future that way, the first thing I’d do is go straight to the cops and say, “Wire me. Let’s nail this motherfucker.” I wouldn’t do what he says, and I wouldn’t wait around for my HUSBAND to deal with it. This is MY KID – you threaten one of mine, you are going DOWN. Permanently.

Also read Madelyn Alt’s A CHARMED DEATH. I liked a lot of it, but disagreed with some of the depictions of Craft practice. And, also, realized that those practices are perfectly valid – they are just handled differently than I feel comfortable. Whether it’s different training or different choices – there are many ways to practice, and the protagonist is learning her way through. I don’t want to be unfair, simply because my personal experience is so different. My sense was that the author did research, but I don’t know how many circles she’s actually attended with experienced practitioners. Even when the words tried to communicate the experience of being in circle, it felt more like a research approach rather than an experiential one. I liked it enough to want to read more, and am interested to see if this was a choice to give the protagonist somewhere to grow or something else. I also felt some of the subplots weren’t wrapped up enough, but thought perhaps that was a choice since it is a series. And I liked the fact that the protag rescued herself at the end, rather than being rescued.

Finished reading Margaret Forster’s biography of Daphne du Maurier. It’s very good, but I was disappointed at du Maurier’s rigid, spoiled selfishness.

Spooky update: He ran away from his new home. If I knew where to start looking, I’d drive around and call to him, but I don’t. I’m hoping he finds his way back; in the meantime, should I call local shelters? I called the one closest to his new home and they told me that someone filed a “lost cat” report already – so that gives me hope. If half the county is out looking for him – he’s still going to turn up where he darned well pleases.

Tenants’ Organization meeting last night to figure out how to get the repairs done on the building that need to be done. I’m truly surprised that people believe we won’t get hit with another flood again – my prediction is the next major flood will hit by August – and that’s only if we’re lucky.

Teleconference with a potential LA client; finished the report for Confidential Job #1 and sent it off. Managed to get some crocheting in. I really would like to finish that blanket before, like, January, since it’s cotton. But it’s a big ole blanket, and it takes time. Did some more research on Pullman cars and trains in 1903. I think I’m going to have to give the Tollivers/Westcotts their own private rail car in order to achieve what I wish to achieve in this portion of the story. Fortunately, Althea’s rich enough and important enough to warrant it! 😉

I’m off to the theatre for day work this morning. A wardrobe supervisor from a regional theatre is visiting New York. She found me through this blog (don’t I feel special?). She’s coming by the show and I’ll give her a backstage tour, and then we’ll go out for a cocktail or something. Tomorrow, I’m in to relearn one of the principal tracks (again), because I’m doing it for the first half of next week, and the rest of this week, I’m booked to the gills. All good, just busy.

On Friday, by about noon, I’ll post a special segment of “Racing Ink” to handicap the Preakness undercard.

I’m seriously considering signing up for Script Frenzy. I feel the need to exercise those muscles again, and 120 script pages in 30 days are about 4 pages a day. I usually script much more than that per day when I’m working in that format. I’m toying with a ghost story idea – an unusual form of ghost story. I’ll do a rough outline and see if it lends itself to the format. I must be nuts to even think of adding something like that to the plate, but hey, you knew that already about me, didn’t you?

Better sign off now, or I’ll miss my train.

Devon

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February 18, 2007

Sunday, February 18, 2007
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Dark and cold

I’m actually posting this before I go to bed this morning, sleeping in, and turning around to take the train in for the matinee.

The shows were fine – nothing particularly frustrating; no particularly funny anecdote to share. I’m tired and tetchy, but today’s the last show before I have a week away, so it’s all good. And the situation’s perfectly pleasant – I just can’t spend that much time doing things that aren’t writing, that’s all. Not at this point in time.

I’m looking forward to getting back to the creative work on Monday. I miss those 1500 words firsts thing in the morning!

I stopped at the French bookstore in Rockefeller Center and picked up a French/English version of Molière’s Les Femmes Savantes and Alfred de Musset’s Les Caprices de Marianne. The latter was published by Bordas in 1964 and has stills from the stage production. When I’m trying to get back/get comfortable in a language, reading plays and/or magazines are easier than other things. With Les Femmes Savantes, the English is on one side and the French on the other, so I can cross-check myself.

Artie, Barbara, and I had a terrific dinner at Mantra, a new Asian fusion restaurant on Ninth Avenue, in the space that used to house our beloved OTB. The food was excellent, the presentation was beautiful, all in all, a good choice.

Tried to get some work done on The Project, but the second I opened the notebook, there were interruptions. It’s fine – I’m paid to be there paying attention, not work on other projects.

The train back was filled with drunken stupid people. Hard to concentrate.

I finished a book on the train that absolutely depressed me – I understand the motivation of one of the characters, but the choices don’t ring true to me in this day and age, and, overall, the book left me feeling blue. I don’t want to go to sleep feeling that way, so I need to counter it.

I started re-reading May Sarton’s Journal of a Solitude, because the opening sentence has relevance to The Project. Well, I’m 67 pages into it again, and I guess I’m reading the whole thing. Solitude and A House by the Sea are my favorites of her journals. I don’t think we would have gotten along in person – she thrived and craved far too much personal drama – but her journals have a lot of fascinating information.

I haven’t written enough this week and it’s left me feeling fractured. I could have written the past few days, but I’m trying to let the work build up so that it flows better, and I’m trying to get back my stamina from being ill.

I’m hoping the matinee will go smoothly. I have plans after for a quick drink with a friend and then I come home and resume my creative life for a week, before doing another week-and-change theatre commitment. Somehow, it will all balance out.

Now, to bed, so that I can wake up with some energy to face the matinee.

Devon