Tues. Sept. 3, 2013: Hellish Weekend & Jeremy Renner Saves This Writer’s Bacon in a Dream

Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Waning Moon
Sunny and humid

A Hell of a weekend. A good lesson in not letting the b.s. get you down.

Friday, I had a fairly light workday. I was waiting for what I’d been assured was good news on a big contract that would take up most of my time in the upcoming months. I was clearing things off my desk, preparing to actually HAVE a holiday weekend.

A little after 5 PM, the news came — I did not get that contract. I’ve been jerked around all summer with assurances about how much they love my work while they went and hired someone with no practical experience, no track record of meeting deadlines, but with more degrees.

To say I was devastated and heartbroken is an understatement. First of all, I am the best person for the job. Period. End of story. I have the skills, the creativity, the ability to meet deadlines; they even said my proposal was so perfect they didn’t need to change even a comma. Yet they gave the contract – -which means the MONEY — to someone who has no practical experience, but a string of letters after the name.

That throws the rest of my year out of whack — I’ve got to scramble financially and find work to replace this. It wasn’t something that could be layered onto anything else — it would need my full attention, so I held back on long-term projects that would conflict. That was MY stupidity, and I’m paying for it dearly now.

Hurt, angry, frantic. That was my Friday night.

I didn’t get any sleep. I was too upset. I couldn’t pretend it was okay, because it wasn’t okay, not on any level. And I will NEVER believe them again until the check has cleared – -this is a big name house with a solid reputation. The fact that they fucked me over in this way means my price just went WAAAAY up in anything related to them in the future. I already know the person who beat me out for the gig can’t meet the deadlines or deliver solid work — they’ll find it out. Cold comfort to me, who has to find a way to pay the bills over the next few months, but, ultimately, I have to trust that the universe will find a far more interesting way to sort this out than I ever could.

Also, pretending it doesn’t bother me when it does would just make me sick. And I’m angry at myself for trusting them — although I trusted the person who set me up with them in the first place, because that’s what she’s paid to do. Don’t bullshit me with the talk of future projects. I need something NOW.

I was up before 5 AM on Saturday, and between 6:30 in the morning and about 4 in the afternoon, I wrote another book proposal and sample chapters. This is a book that I want to write, a book I’ve wanted to write for awhile, but was put aside for the moment when this other project came up. So I sat down and powered through it.

I was exhausted by the end of the day, but happy with it. It’s something I know well, something about which I love to write, and very practical.

I could have spent the weekend wallowing in my anger and self-pity, but I decided to take the frantic momentum and turn it around. I wrote something important to ME, something I want to do, and that also has huge market potential, so it has the best of both worlds, for the right partner.

I put it aside on Sunday, and made some notes on an idea I’ve been playing with for awhile. An idea that is FAR out of my wheelhouse, a huge stretch/leap for me in my work. But I’ve found the voice and it feels right.

I did 994 words on it Monday morning. I like where I’m going with it. It’s so far out of what I usually do, and in a POV I rarely use, but it’s working, and I love it.

And I pitched some article ideas — got to jump right back into the water, get back on the horse, all those cliches, right?

I had to stop then, because I had to drive Costume Imp back to Providence, so he could get his bus back to New York. The bus, was, of course, delayed, but I’m glad we got off Cape early, because by the time we returned, there were backups coming over both bridges that looked interminable. Plus, on the way home, we took a detour to Target.

Over the weekend, we gorged ourselves watching TORCHWOOD: MIRACLE DAY on demand. I can never get enough of John Barrowman and Eve Myles anyway, and their chemistry is terrific. But this show is one of the most terrifying, relevant, and best written shows I’ve ever seen. It was wonderful to be able to watch the entire season in just a couple of days.

NEWSROOM wasn’t on this Sunday, so I wound up watching the end of THE BOURNE LEGACY. I’ve seen bits and pieces over the past weeks, but still haven’t sat down and watched the whole thing from start to finish. I should — it’s got Jeremy Renner in it, and he’s one of my favorite actors. I liked his work well before HURT LOCKER and most people even knew who he was.

But anyway, note to self: don’t watch THE BOURNE LEGACY right before bedtime unless you want it to invade your dreams. Actually, it was the actor AS an actor, not as one of his characters who invaded my dreams. I dreamed that I wrote another show for the National Marine Life Center, but the actors didn’t show up for rehearsal, and I couldn’t find them for the performance. Which was sold out. For some reason, Jeremy Renner wandered past as I was running around looking for my actors, stepped in and cold-read all the roles in the entire script, bringing down the house.

Which he is totally talented enough to do, but since we’ve never worked together, I don’t know why he would! Even though it was a dream, I’m terribly grateful to him, and woke up with some solutions. I spent so many years working with actors, I don’t usually dream about them. Too much of a busman’s holiday. But if my subconscious wants to personify itself as Jeremy Renner, who am I to argue? 😉

I’m sure other people have dreams about Jeremy Renner in quite a different context!

Obviously, I’ve got some anxieties about remounting the play.

Upon coming back home yesterday, another idea blazed across the brain (because Ideas come in batches, always). I wrote an outline, and this morning wrote 4707 words (18 pages) of this project.

So, I’ve got two priority projects to juggle, plus the fantasy trilogy, plus getting the play up again, plus finding enough work to pay the bills for the next few months.

Which means I better get back to it, huh? I’ve got two book reviews to finish today, some contracts to resend, work on the play, work on the grant for the next play, invoicing for previous articles, and a final polish on the proposal I wrote on Saturday (that I still love) that I intend to have on my agent’s desk by the end of the day.

Power on.

Devon

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Sunny and hot

I actually figured out what day it was yesterday, finally! Sorry for the glitch.

Yoga was on yesterday. Lovely and misty and windy when we started; windy and sunny by the time we stopped. I felt like crap when I got in the car to drive there, and so much better on the way home, in spite of the fact that my shoe broke and I had to drive with only one shoe! No stopping for coffee on the way home for me! 😉

Grocery shopping and errands, then research and other work for the various galas on which I’m working in the afternoon. Some story ideas are spinning, but I’m not sure where any of them lead.

Wrote my post for tomorrow’s Writers’ Vineyard installment and edited it this morning. Trying to work my way through a tricky section of SPIRIT REPOSITORY. Spent time with my students.

Finally caught up with the premiere of TORCHWOOD: MIRACLE DAY last night. Mixed feelings. I only saw the first two seasons, and not the season directly preceding this one, so I’m a little behind on the overall arc. I just kind of feel as though the show’s lost some of its dark, twisted humor, which was always one of its strengths. It’s more straight-forward speculative now.

I love John Barrowman as Capt. Jack Harkness — he’s one of those performers who lights up whatever he’s in, and even when perfectly still, he has more presence than most other actors. We share a birthday — although he’s younger! 😉 And he’s taken a character who could be either a stereotypical anti-hero or so needlessly complex as to be confusing, and made him fun and fascinating — along with smart and resourceful and all those other things we want in our protagonists. He takes what’s on the page and makes it better. Good writing can make a mediocre actor look good. Weak writing can be saved, to some extent, by a charismatic actor. But meld a good actor with strong writing, and you have something worth watching. Eve Myles is great as Gwen, and the way they play off each other is wonderful. It’s nice to see Bill Pullman get to sink his teeth into an antagonist with such glee. But I felt they spent so much time in set-up, they weren’t really getting on with the story, until about the last ten minutes, when Jack showed up in Wales. I kept wanting to say, “Yeah, I got the idea the first time you hit me over the head with that plot device.” The writing’s good, but the pace felt a little off to me, and I felt the first episode should have been two hours, not one, if they were going to unfold in that particular fashion. I’m interested to see where it goes from here, mostly to watch Barrowman and Myles.

I’ve got to catch Iris and stuff her in the carrier now — off we go to the vet. Her turn. Let’s see what Big Drama she comes up with.

Devon

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