Tuesday, March 9, 2021
Waning Moon
Cloudy and a little warmer
Up and down weekend, not quite as productive as I intended, but my level of exhaustion was high.
Successful Trader Joe’s run on Friday, although I felt there were too many people in the store, and they weren’t keeping enough distance. All masked, though, so at least there’s a little something. Popped into the store next door to pick up a couple of things.
Home, decontaminated, got some work done. Purged some boxes. Broke down a bunch of boxes to take to the dump.
Up early on Saturday. I hope someday I’ll start sleeping through the night again.
Didn’t feel like going to the dump, so put it off for a day. Did lots of laundry, changed the beds, did the usual Saturday housework. Purged boxes.
Found a couple of drafts of an old screenplay, one that came out of a conversation I had with an actor when we were working on a series pilot in New York back when I lived there. I really like it. I mean, it needs a lot of work, and to be finished, but I like it. It’s a twisty combination of heist and revenge. It’s suited more to be a mini-series, maybe three two-hour scripts, so, as I go back to it, keep that in mind. The first two hours are written. The difference between the first couple of drafts, where I was writing my way into the story, and the third draft, where I put in structure and pace, is huge. The third draft is light years better than the earlier ones (which were necessary for me to learn about the characters). Talk about the proof of the power of revision! And it wasn’t just tweaking, it was a serious “re-envision” of the piece.
The fourth draft will be even better.
I almost got my box quota purged on Saturday, but the screenplay distracted me, and, once I got into it, I wasn’t about to stop.
I did, however, take a break long enough to load all the broken-down boxes into the car. The entire car was full of them.
Sunday morning, I was up early, after waking up every two hours to worry. I could only fit in two garbage bags and a few bags of recycled paper in with all the boxes, and headed to the dump.
Too many people have stopped wearing masks. I wish Baker had enforced the mandate, instead of just shrugging. People should have been fined, and, if they continued to violate, confined to their properties.
Head to the Marstons Mills Stop & Shop. Made it before it was too crowded, got what I needed.
Home, decontaminated, and was wiped out. Decided to give myself the day off from purging boxes, even though that made me feel guilty. But there was nothing in the tank. Got some reading done. Got some LOIs out. Percolated on the script.
Tried to download the books for review. Got one of them; couldn’t get the other one.
Contacted, in writing, again, all my elected officials to vote no on the PRO Act, until the ABC test is stripped out. It was in the House yesterday, so it was most important to contact (again) my Rep. But I also let my Senators know.
Felt completely wiped out all day.
It was sunny, so the maskless Covidiots romanced the neighborhood in packs on their “walks.”
Woke up a couple of times from Sunday into Monday, and had weird dreams, although they fled before I could figure them out.
So Amazon workers are striking this week and we’re boycotting? I’ve been boycotting Amazon for months, except for the occasional eBook. Last spring, they double charged me. Over the holidays, they lost my order. No, thanks. I don’t like the way they treat their workers, and I don’t like the way they treat their customers. I don’t have Prime, and I don’t use any of their streaming services. Not dealing with them this week is only a problem if I have to order the book for review that I couldn’t download from the link my editor sent me (she reimburses me if I have to do that).
While I am grateful that the Democrats in the Senate got the American Rescue Plan through (and it now goes back to the House, for another excuse not to get checks out to us this week), at the same time, I am angry that the checks aren’t the full $2K and that we aren’t getting MONTHLY support for the next few months (unless one has kids). I can hold both those ideas in my head and heart at once, because I am not an idiot, and capable of more than one thought at a time.
$3200 is not enough to survive on for a year. And that’s what’s been expected of us.
I’m also frustrated about all these businesses and individuals demanding we act like Covid never happened, and that we haven’t spent the past year in deep trauma. It doesn’t work that way.
Monday, I had to go into the client’s office on my own for a few hours. Got a lot done. Was frustrated, because information I needed in order to get even more done had not been left for me.
Got a short scene done for GAMBIT COLONY, an insert I need to put in the first book.
Home, decontaminated, more work from the home office. Client work, LOIs, research for an upcoming article. I hope to get out some interview requests today.
The second shipment of the contest entries arrived. I sorted and processed them. I’ll get started on them today. I’m doing them a little differently this year, to get the categories completed and submitted faster than usual. I need everything in well before deadline this year.
Purged some more boxes. Burned a bunch of papers in the fireplace, both for safety’s sake, and for the emotional release. Releasing the past, making room for the future.
Found some paperwork on something from the days when I was a member of Actors’ Equity (stage managers belong, too), and had to contact that union about it.
Checked the vaccine sign-up site, just for the heck of it. 14 appointments had opened up for today at Cape Cod Community College. I’m not eligible for any of them, but it was nice to see that there were actually some open appointments around here. The rest of the first dose appointments are on pause while they administer second doses to those who need it, which makes sense. But that will create another bottleneck when eligibility expands at the beginning of April. Hopefully, dosage shipments will continue to increase.
Woke up at two, worrying. Dozed on and off, but was out of bed and started by day before 5.
Today, I will do client work from home for a couple of clients, and then my mother has a doctor’s appointment in the afternoon. After we decontaminate, I’ll try to purge some more boxes.
I re-read some of the blog posts from October and November 2010 (they’re in the Archives, if you’re interested), about when we were moving into this place. We were so excited and happy! I want to regain some of that for our next chapter.
Right now, I just feel overwhelmed and stressed.
But I have to keep on keeping on, because what other choice is there?