Thurs. May 21, 2020: Die For Your Employer Day 3 — Frustration and Burnout

Thursday, May 21, 2020
Dark Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant

There’s a post on the garden over on Gratitude and Growth. We’re making some slow progress.

Yesterday was a nightmare. It is inappropriate to go into public detail here, but it was a nightmare. I’m working on the necessary changes.

At least I had Remote Chat in the afternoon, although I had a martini in my hand by 1:30 PM.

Got some writing done, did client work, sent out a couple of LOIs, worked with my editor on an article that needed some reformatting.

Read a book I was sent for review. My editor hadn’t had anything for a few weeks, so I was glad to get it. Even happier that it was delightful, although the ending was sad, and I was Big Weepy Mess for a bit after finishing.

Working on the review today to send off.

I’m hoping my migraine will ease up.

Will do some client work, get out some LOIs, work on the websites. I did not have a good writing session this morning, which was disappointing. But I’m going to cut myself a break, because I’m physically and mentally exhausted.

The sale for PLAYING THE ANGLES, SAVASANA AT SEA, and TRACKING MEDUSA is still on. You can find details here. Each book is only 99 cents.

The library is going to be open for curbside pickup starting next week, by appointment. That’s good news. We can also bring back the books we’ve had during the StayAtHome. I filled two bags with books and one with DVDs and took them to the book drop this morning. It’s maybe half of what I have, so I’ll bring down another load tomorrow. The pick-ups are limited to what is in that home library, and I’m not sure anything I ordered is actually based there, but that’s okay. It’s not like I don’t have plenty of books to read of my own. And I am happy they are safely easing back into operation. Some of the stuff I had here all this time is based out of that library, and other people might want it, so I wanted to get it back as quickly as possible.

The Recycling Stations open next week at the dump. I will wait until the end of next week to take the first carload in. We have a lot of recycling stacked up in the garage, and it’s getting full. Everyone is supposed to be masked to drop things off; I wonder if they will actually enforce it. People weren’t masked during the StayAtHome when they dumped garbage, in spite of the staff being masked.

It’s supposed to be a nice weekend, and I intend to enjoy it. I have the “out of office” going up first thing tomorrow, lasting through Monday. I’m not answering emails or dealing with anything else. I’m going to enjoy nice weather and only do as I wish.

Because the next few weeks will be difficult, while I work on necessary, long-term changes.

I may do a short post tomorrow morning, before sign off for the weekend. In any event, I hope you have a lovely weekend.

April 1, 2007

Sunday, April 1, 2007
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Cloudy and cool

I caught up on some email yesterday. It was a nice day, so I thought I’d take my work to the beach again, but it was a little too cold. I felt overtired, as though I’d pushed too hard, so took it easy in the afternoon.

Finished the first two volumes of LM Montgomery’s Journals. In many ways, I like them; in many ways, she annoys me. She needed to learn to say “no” much earlier in life, and to stop playing the martyr. Simply saying women didn’t have the choice at that time is not entirely true – the only way, throughout history, any progress has been made, is for individuals (male and female) to flout society and do what they knew was right – or what they had to do in order to protect their calling, be it artistic, scientific, whatever. Women like Susan B. Anthony, Florence Nightingale, and Clara Barton broke the mold in earlier years. The constant complaining about how boring everyone is around her and the constant crying and illness – honey, you’re a writer. These people are material. Just because they don’t share the same interests you do doesn’t mean they don’t have value. When she finally stood up to the publishers who’d cheated her, I wanted to jump up and cheer. I was also unhappy to find out what a snob she was – constantly calling people coarse and vulgar. It may well have been part of the language of the times, but it wasn’t pleasant to read. At the same time, she did have a rough row to hoe, and there are many beautiful passages in the Journals.

I ordered the third volume out of Canada. I’m simply not patient enough to wait another two or three years until it comes up on eBay. Plus, supposedly, the third volume deals with the Emily books, and I’ve always been fond of them.

I was actually hungry last night, and fixed a meat sauce for the pasta with onion, cilantro, oregano, rosemary, tomato, and a touch of hot sauce. Yum!

This morning, I made blueberry scones, and I have several other recipes with which I need to play in the course of the day.

Got a bit more done on the 1903 outline today. The middle seems to be un-muddling a bit. I have a feeling I’ll be lucky if, when I finally sit down to write it, I can do a page a day. I suspect this piece will have a slow creation process. Each piece has its own rhythm, and I have to trust the rhythm.

Ink in My Potting Soil

Yesterday was a planting day, according to my lunar calendar. I planted some cuttings, plus put in seeds for two kinds of morning glories, moonflower, marigold, a single sweet pea seed I had left, lemon, and some nicotiana. We’ll see if any of it comes up – they are old seeds, and I wanted to use them up. Plus, I only have north-facing windows. Yet the lemon, lime, and tangerine seeds I’ve planted in previous years usually come up pretty well.

I can hope, right?

Devon

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