Fri. Aug. 9, 2019: Just A Quick Post

Friday, August 9, 2019
Waxing Moon
Jupiter Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant

I was a bit blue yesterday, especially after an interaction with a potential new client that was a total waste of time. When you’re going to hire me for a marketing position, don’t expect me to fill out the form and answer the questions for a minimum wage customer facing position. They have nothing to do with each other. Not doing it. Not working for you.

Didn’t get enough writing done. Dashed around getting other stuff done.

But there are a few new ideas that are demanding attention and must be worked in and around the contracted stuff. Plus, the Llewellyn article needs to be finished this weekend.

Spent some time with a writer pal. He’s tired (back from Canada, headed to Japan, than the Yucatan, all on assignments AND prepping for the release of his new novel). But he’s doing well, and we always have fun together.

Did a Skype session with a playwright friend. Brainstormed some ideas with another friend. I’d hoped to lump them all into one piece, but, as my friend pointed out, there are two very distinctive sets of characters, and while some of the themes overlap, others don’t.

This morning, ran around doing errands. My mom got scared while I was out, because she heard a passel of police sirens and was sure there was a mass shooting at the grocery store. There wasn’t, but why are we agreeing to live in fear like that? We need to get all these corrupt politicians out, and then make sure this stops happening. It CAN be stopped. Every other civilized nation in the world manages.

Going to a late morning yoga class, then cleaning the house and preparing the food for our guests tomorrow morning.

Then, it’s back to the page.

Have a great weekend! Another inspiration post on Monday.

Namaste!

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Thurs. Dec. 20, 2018: Enter the Holiday Stretch

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Thursday, December 20, 2018
Waxing Moon
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and mild

I’m in the process of winding up year-end work with various clients. Some of it are permanent wraps on projects that are done, and I’ll be replacing them with new projects/clients in the coming weeks. Some are just getting things cleared up as much as possible before this holiday, and then I’ll be doing some work in between and then we start again in January.

By next year at this time, I want to arrange my life so I can completely take off from Solstice until right after the New Year. I need that time and space on multiple levels.

Got the exterior decorations up outside, including fixing some of the light strands. One is beyond help, but I had enough without it. Another, I had to make a quick trip to the hardware store to pick up a few things. The old white men were giving me sage, negative advice on what I “couldn’t” do, because, after all, I’m just a little woman, and couldn’t possibly know anything about electricity.

Honey, I started my career in lighting for rock ‘n roll. I can do things with a splicer, electrical tape, and pliers that you can only dream of.

Anyway, I got most of the lights working again. One set needs a bit more attention, but I was losing the light, and I need to be able to see.

Today, I’m running around finishing the cookie platter deliveries (even over the bridge). I did a big grocery shop, so I have the food for the Solstice, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day. I’ll deal with the New Year’s meals next week.

I’m playing tomorrow by ear, because of the weather. We’re supposed to get a big storm (rain, not snow). I’m supposed to take in the car and do a few other things (like get in some more liquor), but I might hunker down, celebrate Solstice, and then get the car in over the weekend. I also have a few more stocking stuffers to get, but for the most part, I’m in decent shape. I have to wrap. Which means I also need more tape.

Next year, I’m going to buy fabric and either silk or velvet ribbon, use pinking shears to cut, and wrap everything in fabric.

I will sweep the fireplace and lay the fire for tomorrow night today, though. I want to make sure all I have to do when it goes dark is strike the match, and then it starts.

I have writing and cooking and reading and some friends coming in for the weekend and holiday, so we’ll be brainstorming the next three plays I plan to work on. I’ll need to hit the ground running on them after the first of the year – with at least three books on the roster for next year (more, if something that’s written is picked up and needs editing), and some travel and appearances and other life stuff, I’ll have to plan my time carefully to write three plays along with everything else.

But they’re good ideas, and they won’t leave me alone until I fulfill them. I just have to fix a few structural things in the rest of my life so to do.

Have a lovely holiday, and I’ll see you on the other side!

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Tuesday, Aug. 7, 2018: The Exhaustive Stage of Grief

Tuesday, August 7, 2018
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
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Mars Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Sunny, hot, humid

Hop on over to A Biblio Paradise to read about Lucy Burdette’s newest Key West Food Critic Mystery, Death on the Menu.

It’s been a rough few days. I keep expecting Iris to hop up on whatever I’m working on and made one of her feline demands; I keep coming across cool things to do and thinking, “Pam would enjoy this.”

None of that is possible anymore. It’s tough.

Friday was terribly hard. I was exhausted, I was sad. I tried to nap in the afternoon, and couldn’t.

On the positive side, the Heart Chakra box from Goddess Provisions arrived early – just when I needed it. It was a welcome treat.

I managed to pull myself together to attend a dinner party given by my friend and colleague, author Arlene Kay, for our mutual friend and colleague, Carole Buggé, whose sold 50,000 copies of her newest release, Edinburgh Twilight.

It was a lovely evening. I got to see people I hadn’t seen in a long time, and meet some new ones. The house was lovely, the food was spectacular, the conversation lively. It was a delightful evening.

Saturday, some friends from Connecticut stopped by on their way to Nantucket; they’ll be there for three weeks, so I might get the chance to visit with them there again.

But I was worn out and that was all I could do. It’s the stage of grief where everything is exhausting. You’re trying to function as needed, you’re working not to make it all about your grief for everyone else, and it’s exhausting. I feel like I’m plodding. All I want to do is sleep, but when I lie down, I can’t.

I read a lot, I played with Tessa (who is very upset), I tried to stay cool. I’d been in conversations to adopt another cat before Iris’s death, and it looks like we’ll get to pick her up this coming Friday. She’s only a year younger than Tessa, and supposed to be friendly, and a tortie, so I hope they will become good friends in time.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, I’m with a client. I’m trying to put one foot in front of the other and get done what I have to. I’ve cancelled out of several things to just give myself time to grieve in peace.

My yoga and meditation practices are a big help.

I haven’t written much on RELICS the past few days, or DHARMA, with the deadlines looming. I managed to write about thirty pages of an idea I’m playing with – I needed something different to work on, without pressure. I’ll get back into the harness with RELICS later this week. It means a deadline extension, but I’m lucky that I’ve earned one.

Onward.

 

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Mon. July 11, 2016: Loving the New Horizons

Monday, July 11, 2016
Waxing Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Cloudy and cool

Busy times! But good ones.

I sent off the revised book per the agents request on Friday morning. By Sunday morning, she contacted me to tell me she loved it. Whew! When all the paperwork is done, I’ll be able to reveal more. I can share that there’s a new series title, a new book title, and I renamed all of the first six books in the series overview to reflect that.

Once I got the book sent out, I packed up my poor little Macbook and took it to iCape Solutions, where they actually HAD a solution I could afford and live with. MacGeorge is running much better now. Phew! I was so afraid I’d have to run to Staples and buy a cheap PC laptop until I could afford to replace MacGeorge. Love me the folks at iCape Solutions. They actually solve things!

Then, I turned my attention back to the radio plays and to INITIATE. And to a bunch of errands and other things that needed my attention. I’m not satisfied with the radio plays yet. I’m thrilled with the way INITIATE is shaping up. I’m so in love with these characters and the scope of this playground.

I had a meeting on Saturday afternoon that will either turn into something or it won’t. If it does, it will be six weeks of fun and work; if not, I move on to something else.

Sunday, I met a friend for coffee and we caught up. Plans that had been made in misery wound up as a celebration. It was fun.

I treated myself to some books. I bought Juliet Blackwell’s newest A TOXIC TROUSSEAU. I like her Lily Ivory mysteries. I managed to scrounge around and locate the last copy in the store!

Errands and paperwork today, an adventure in Boston tomorrow.

And so it goes!

Devon

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Tuesday, Oct. 2: Slow Start, Slow Internet, Lots of Work

Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Cloudy and cool

CE Lawrence is a terrific thriller writer (and a great teacher). Lawrence was also kind enough to be a guest today on A Biblio Paradise here. Drop by and leave a comment!

Got a few hours of focused work done in the morning. Picked up my friend from the train station at 1 o’clock. We had a good catch-up chat on the deck, out in the sunshine, cooked dinner, chatting all the time, and she caught an evening train back. We hadn’t seen each other in two years, since before I moved, but we’ve kept in touch and picked up where we left off. It was great.

Found out that the person set to join me here on site wasn’t coming yesterday after all, but would arrive today. Gives me more uninterrupted work time, for which I’m grateful.

Have to do a rewrite for an editor — we thought we were on the same page, only to find out we’re on different pages! Not a big deal, just re-angle it a bit.

The cover is coming along for OLD-FASHIONED DETECTIVE WORK — I’m looking forward to it. And the DEATH SPARKLES anthology is moving towards its release date.

Watched REVOLUTION — had some interesting backstories and complexities. Even though I’d figured out some of the Miles/Lance backstory, there were some good layers. But I’ve still got to ask — why no windmills? Why no waterwheels?

I have to get going on this week’s schoolwork and writing assignments, along with the writing that pays the bills. I feel like I got a slow start this morning, but I hope to pick up speed. The internet connection is so damn slow, I can’t be efficient. Very frustrating.

Devon

Mon. July 30, 2012: Suddenly Quiet . . .


Mutant primrose in my office

Monday, July 30, 2012
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Cloudy and cool

It’s starting to feel like autumn, and it’s not even August. My orange chrysanthemums are blooming, the air smells sharp in the morning and evening, in the way it does during the turn of the seasons. The cats are shedding like crazy and growing their winter fur — it’s thick.

Busy weekend. Costume Imp’s friends from the west coast were east, and they came over on Friday for cocktails, dinner, and we watched the opening ceremony of the Olympics. My reaction to most of it was “WTF?” I liked the Rowan Atkinson bit and the Queen Elizabeth/James Bond skit. Those were clever and worked. The history of the Industrial Revolution just didn’t, for me. It felt pompous and heavy-handed, and far too much a celebration of colonialism (which caused a lot of suffering that wasn’t even touched on). The parade of athletes is always interesting. Not having the flame publicly visible is, I’m sure, irritating to many.

Saturday we ran some errands and mostly watched the Olympics and recovered. We attempted to go to the Lavender Farm and Great Cape Herbs. The traffic was so awful that we only made it to the latter. Took way too long to get around. Now, I’m happy and grateful that everyone’s having a good summer season — I just don’t want to be out in it! 😉

Got a lot of research done for the aviation story. I’m starting to feel like I’m getting a better handle on it. More work on the revisions for the first book in the trilogy, while trying to balance writing the second book.

Sunday was just a quiet day at home. Much needed. Read a mystery that head-hopped so much it worked my last nerve and I found it hard to connect with any of the characters. Read a terrific fantasy by NK Jemisin called THE KILLING MOON. She is a superb world builder. I have to put that book on reading lists for class. Now I’m reading Alice Hoffman’s THE PROBABLE FUTURE. I love Alice Hoffman’s writing, so I’m thoroughly enjoying it.

Somehow, in the fray of all this company these past weeks, the toilet seat in the downstairs bathroom cracked. So I replaced that yesterday and also put in a Waterpik 5-speed shower head in the downstairs bathroom. The original one is bagged and labelled, so, when we move, I can switch them back. I felt like such a competent handy woman after all that! 😉

This morning, we were all up extra early, because Costume Imp had to make a 7:30 bus back to NY.

I’ve got errands to run this morning, and then a short story to finish, an article to draft, and a book to start for critique. I’d love to just go back to bed, but — not an option!

I’ll have to mow the lawn this week — it’s been growing slowly, acting like it’s already October, but it’s now grown enough it needs some attention. The hosta blooms are all faded, and bees have all they want from them, so I’ll cut those back, too.

Devon

Monday, August 15, 2011

Monday, August 15, 2011
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Rainy and cool

Friday was great. My friend came by about 11, and I got to show off the house, the yard, and the cats. Tessa was very friendly. We hung out and drank coffee on the deck, then headed into Hyannis. We had lunch at the Black Cat, down by the water. The food was good, the service was good, the valet for the car was cute! We walked up to the Gruyer Art Barn, to visit another Broadway colleague, who’s an artist in residence there, and has a show opening on Monday. It was fun — we’re used to being together in a completely different situation in New York, and here we are, on the Cape, doing our own things, and yet finding each other again.

Busy weekend. On the road by 6:30 in the morning on Saturday, headed to CT. Light traffic going south; heavy traffic going north. I made the drive in THREE AND A HALF HOURS, which I’ve never done before (it’s usually 4 1/2). I was just singing along to the radio and working out plot points.

Client from Hell called while I was on the road. I don’t talk and drive (since it’s illegal as well as stupid), so I let it go into voice mail. There was a request to return the call before Monday, she had some questions. I called back before noon, went into voice mail. Left a message. Nothing all weekend. Here we go again — we’ve had this conversation. Client: “You have to keep trying until you reach me.” Me: “No, I don’t. I return the call. It’s your responsibility to check your messages.” I can’t wait to wrap up this assignment and be done.

Went to Costco, did some work roughing out the article due this week, read a bit. Was absolutely exhausted, physically and mentally. Went to bed early.

Was awakened way too early Sunday morning because one of the CO detectors needed a new battery and did the little battery-change-chirp. I don’t know where they keep batteries, so I took the batteries out and left a note.

It was pounding down with torrential rain. I got about five hours of writing time in, which was good, typing up some stuff I’d been working on in longhand and moving forward. I can print it all out today, which will be good, but I can’t work on this particular project again until the end of the week, because I have two articles due before I start the site job.

Finally, about 3 PM, we decided to make a break for it, in a window of slightly lessened downpour. In spite of heavy traffic and awful weather, we made good time driving back to the Cape. We stopped at the Beehive Tavern for dinner — fabulous. Got home a little after 8. The cats were happy to see us and hadn’t killed each other, so I think, when we’re not around, they just ignore each other. We unpacked and got re-settled. Ran the kitten, so she could work off some energy and we could get some sleep.

To bed early, up early. No yoga on the beach this morning, due to rain. I have two articles to work on today, stuff to do for the Mermaid Ball, get some grocery shopping done for the site job, get to the library for some books I need to take with me, pack, and then, tonight, I’m going to the reception for my colleague’s art opening.

So I better get going!

Devon


ASSUMPTION OF RIGHT available from Champagne Books and Amazon Kindle.
Annabel Aidan webpage here.

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Thursday, Jul 28, 2011

Thursday, July 28, 2011
Day before Dark Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Sunny and lovely

Yesterday was busy. Grocery shopping and getting the food for the next couple of weeks sorted out for my mom’s trip. Lunch with a friend at a gorgeous place on the beach in Falmouth — great food, great company — always a wonderful way to spend the day. Worked flat out with my students until nearly midnight. Didn’t get things resolved with the client and it’s disturbing me out of proportion.

Had a bad night, woke up feeling like crap this morning. Made myself go to yoga anyway, and was glad I did. Chatham Beach was magnificent, we had about 50 people in class on that wonderful expanse of beach, and the teacher reads the class perfectly, creating sequences that fix whatever ails us that day! I am incredibly grateful to have found the class.

Got to take lots of garbage to the dump — probably have to make 2-3 trips, work with my students, take my mom to the doctor, do stuff for the Mermaid Ball, and get things resolved with the client. I am willing to walk away from this job if that’s what it takes. The client misinterprets flexibility and compassion for weakness, and doesn’t respect that I have a life, much less a career, outside of what this client wants (and the wants change from moment to moment). The client needs an on-call staff person, and I’m not it.

Figuring out how to use the anger and the annoyance at the lack of respect and turn it into creative energy. There’s a book in here somewhere,whether it’s a parallel story about a modern person’s buttons pushed because of something that happened in a previous life or something a little more straightforward. I don’t know what it is, but the lemons of this experience will wind up as lemonade somewhere down the line.

Onward.

Devon


ASSUMPTION OF RIGHT available from Champagne Books and Amazon Kindle.
Annabel Aidan webpage here.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Countdown to ASSUMPTION OF RIGHT release — 5 days! Available from Champagne Books on June 6

Wednesday, June 1, 2011
New Moon
Solar Eclipse
Saturn Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant

Hop on over to Gratitude and Growth to see how the garden’s growing — with lots of photos!

Gosh, so what did I do yesterday? Um, um, um . . . finished the missing chapter on SPIRIT REPOSITORY, then realized I have to create another Rufus chapter before I can write the next Bonnie chapter, gosh darn it. Not sure what to write. I’m tempted to write the Bonnie chapter first and then go back, but, chronologically, the Rufus chapter needs to happen first. I think I covered too much time in this Rufus chapter because I thought I was leading up to the next Bonnie chapter, but I don’t have enough material to split it in tow.

Urgh.

Mowed the front lawn. The mower and I each kept our sides of the deal. Took grass clippings and recycling to the dump. Did some grocery shopping, and picked up another rosemary, and a spearmint and golden ginger mint for the front steps (ant repellant). The small painted bookcase was dry enough to set on the deck. Finished painting the other bookcase for my room (it looks really nice). Repotted the new plants. Swore a lot because some of the other plants already need repotting, and I’m out of intermediate sized pots.

Read Anatole Broyard’s WHEN KAFKA WAS THE RAGE, about living in Greenwich Village in the 40’s. He turns up in all the letters, memoirs, and biographies of the time, but I’d never read anything he wrote before. Every word was a little too precious and important for my taste. And he used so many metaphors and similes that sometimes I just thought, “could you call it what it is, and not try to compare it so self-importantly to something else?”

The cats explored in the basement, and I had a heck of a time chasing them back up the stairs. Some of the boxes have collapsed under the weight of other boxes, so it’s no longer neatly stacked. And, of course, they have to explore everything!

Got two articles out yesterday and percolated a third, which I hope to start today. And got a bunch of PR done for the book.

The busy season is here on the Cape. Tonight, I have a planning meeting for the Mermaid Ball; tomorrow, I’m on the Vineyard; Friday morning, I have friends stopping by for breakfast on their way to Wellfleet; Saturday, I’m meeting friends for lunch in Wellfleet; Sunday, I have a friend stopping by on her way back from the Vineyard; Monday, the book releases. Plus all the writing, and polishing the workshops that start soon and the PR for the release and the garden. Take a look at my June To-Do List on Goals, Dreams, and Resolutions.

Writing this morning, then another trip to the dump with grass clippings, mowing the terraced back section of the yard, trimming the beds, hopefully deadheading some more rhodies and doing a bit more pruning on the lilac, if I can find a chair or step stool that lets me reach that high. I’d hoped to start painting two more small bookcases, but I can’t see that happening until the weekend or next week. I’ve got to sort out the ferry details and where to leave the car, and make sure I’m on the road for my meeting by 4:30. Yes, I”m getting as Very Busy, like a real Cape Codder!

I’m also eating lots of salads and berries and vegetarian dishes — not by any thought out choice, but because that’s what I’m craving. I’m getting protein from eggs and fish. And it’s really boosted my energy. That, and yoga, and sitting zazen two or three times a day. Sometimes I worry about taking the time for it, but it makes such a difference that I simply do it. A 20 minute sit will give me 4-5 hours of energy, and the yoga is helping rebuild my back and my overall strength. I can’t afford NOT to take the time.

Back to the page, and then to everything else.

And . . .we’re OFF!

Devon

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Thursday, January 21, 2010
Waxing Moon
Mars Retrograde
Sunny and mild

Just another quick checkin, because the writing is going very well and I want to keep as much momentum going as possible. I’m eating, sleeping, dreaming this WIP. It’s put the steampunk behind a bit, but, fortunately, I’ve got time and space before that deadline, and can roll with this piece, since it’s on fire. I had to work out the logic of the piece within the WIP, but now that that’s figured out, the characters are chattering, several unexpected ones have come forward to demand attention, and they’re all surprising me in the best possible way. So I’m running with it. I’ve used up two entire ink pens in two days.

I need to accept that fact that most first drafts still work better for me in longhand.

Yesterday was good. I drove up county, picked up my friend. We visited a disappointing store, but had lunch at a great little restaurant, and caught up on life, the universe, and everything. It was good to see each other again.

Came home, took a nap, did some more writing. Didn’t watch much TV — I want to like HUMAN TARGET (I have a weakness for a good action show, my guilty pleasure) but, in both episodes that aired so far, I’ve gotten ahead of the story far too early, and spotted the villain in the character’s first shot. It’s a little heavy-handed for me. I keep watching because I like Jackie Earle Haley’s work in it. He’s taken what could easily be a two-dimensional cardboard cutout character, and given him detail and elegance. The costume designer also served him very well — the elegantly, expensive casual costume choices perfectly ironed, the matte shine on the boots, etc., support the character. But the writing and the direction is off for me, especially the pace of the direction. There’s a heaviness and too many pauses in the dialogue scenes (except for Haley’s work — he stays true to his own character’s rhythms). They don’t need that much weight to counter the action.

The final proofs for the anthology essay arrived — I’ll try to turn them around today, so it’s not hanging over me this weekend. They’re due Tuesday, but I’d rather get them finished earlier rather than later.

Although pulling myself out of my own WIP to proof an essay on someone else’s work will be difficult. I’m in the headspace of only being passionate about my own work at the moment.

But a deadline is a deadline, so I better get over it.

The weekend’s work is cut out for me — I’ve got the work that needs to get done on site in Philly, I”m taking the WIP, the steampunk, and the notes for the new play. I’ve got to get started on that. It’ll be interesting to see if I can switch between contemporary realism to steampunk to comic noir mystery over the course of the weekend.

Or maybe my head will just explode and the cat will lick my brains off the floor.

Going to CT this afternoon to take care of the laundry, throw the last few things in my suitcase. The backpack will be easier to take than the big writing bag, so I have to pack the backpack this evening with the computer, the iPod, the writing files, the book for the bus, and I have to throw the travel yoga mat into the suitcase. I’ve got my bus ticket, and I’ll pick up my train ticket this morning. I’ve got to travel into the city during rush hour, which means I’ll have to stand in the vestibule with my luggage for the nearly-hour long train ride in. Ick. But then I sit on the bus for a few hours, so it all works out.

The books from Strand arrived: FRANCIS BACON: THE TEMPER OF A MAN (about Shakespeare’s contemporary, not the painter), and SHAKESPEARE AND CO.: CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE, THOMAS DEKKER, BEN JONSON, THOMAS MIDDLETON, JOHN FLETCHER, AND OTHER PLAYERS IN HIS STORY. Yes, I’m back to feeding my Shakespeare obsession, even though I doubt I’ll actually get to write that book this year.

The Deanna Rabyourn books have not yet arrived; I was hoping to read them on the trip. Oh, well. Time to pull some others from the TBR pile.

Got to get some housework done before I head out to do laundry. I’m sure my head will remain filled with the WIP. What’s that expresson? “Chop wood, carry water.” It’s amazing how the mundane tasks feed the creative juices.

Back to the page.

Devon