Fri. Jan. 16, 2016: Gearing up for a Busy Week AND Mercury Retrograde

Friday, January 16, 2015
Waning Moon
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and cold

Busy day at work yesterday, juggling lots of different tasks, writing press releases, booking people, helping with patrons, etc. It was one of those cases where each patron needed a lot of individual time. Which is fine, it just put everything else back.

The weather worsened as the day wore on. Several libraries closed early, due to black ice. As I drove home, the water hit the windshield and froze. I drove home with the heat blasting, but my window rolled down and my head hanging out of the window like a puppy. Not fun.

Watching the British version of HOUSE OF CARDS. Interesting to see the different interpretations. You’d think, though, these women would learn that they won’t be the one who’s different, the one that won’t wind up dead.

Going through a stack of research books I needed to return, I discovered that a book I’d checked out for another project had a chapter relevant to the research on the historical play. Love how that works.

I have both readers for the Burns/Woolf tribute. We do a read-through on Monday afternoon, and we do it next Saturday. I got out the press for the program on weather by the ex-NASA meteorologist that’s happening in two weeks, and today I’ll write the press release for the Valentine’s Day tea. I ordered the DVDs of the Oscar-nominated movies and sorted out some stuff for the book clubs. Helped a patron fill his Kindle for an upcoming vacation, helped another patron learn how to use the copier, helped another patron find several new-to-him authors. Dealt with correspondence and emails, and questions at the front desk. Set up for Tango.

Going back and forth with the Harvard Library. They have copies of the research papers I need (the originals are in the Library of Congress), and they’re available for interlibrary loan, but I have to fill out the right paperwork. They told me to talk to my local library. I pointed out that I AM my local library, and I just needed to know which paperwork they wanted me to fill out. I’ll probably wind up booking a “research appointment” up there at some point, but if I can get those initial reels, that will give me an idea where else to look in the files.

Did some work on the edits for KILLER QUINTET last night. Hope to finish them tonight and get them to my editor tomorrow. Also have to fill out the PR sheet.

Threw a pork roast and some sauce in the slow cooker before I left this morning, so dinner will be just about ready when I get home tonight.

Tomorrow is my Saturday “on”, and then it’s a cat food run and back to writing. Sunday is all about writing; Monday is about writing and rehearsal. Tuesday, I have a board meeting over the bridge, a program at the library, and another board meeting in Hyannis.

Next week will be hugely busy, AND Mercury goes retrograde. I’m already nervous about it. Fingers crossed.

Have a great weekend!

Devon

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Friday, October 28, 2011


Tessa reaches for the stars

Friday, October 28, 2011
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Cold and sunny

I hope you’ll give a very warm welcome to Mary Abshire, my guest on A Biblio Paradise today. She’s talking about the fourth novel in her series, called LOVE CONQUERS ALL EVIL. Stop by and give her some comment love!

It’s anything but warm here. Parts of Mass have snow already. Boston might get 2-5 inches over the weekend. Supposedly, we’re not getting any on the Cape, but there are some icy roads this morning, and it’s darned cold.

I was out of the house yesterday at 7:30 AM and didn’t get back until 2 PM. Yoga was fun — different teacher, but she was really good. Circled back just long enough to get my mom and take her to the eye doctor. The appointment took nearly two hours, and I’d brought my materials from Confidential Job #1 (assignment due today) and worked during her appointment. She will be prepped for her surgery just before Christmas, and probably have it the week between Christmas and New Year’s. The doctor was great, the staff was great, and she’s a lot less anxious about it then she was.

Plus, she passed a vision test so she could get a restricted driver’s license. She hadn’t been able to get her full license when we moved, and it depressed her a lot. But she passed the special screening, the doctor gave us the paperwork, and we headed to the DMV (sorry, called RMV here). She got her MA license, and was registered to vote. All in time for her 87th birthday, which is tomorrow! It’s lifted her spirits a lot. Once she’s had the surgery done on both eyes, we can go and update her license. We’re lucky, here. The people who work at the RMV are both efficient and pleasant. How often does one have that experience?

I found a good pumpkin at a garden center in Yarmouth, and it wasn’t very expensive. I’d visited this huge “pumpkin patch” on the lawn of a local church — hundreds of pumpkins, it looked great. Unfortunately, when you got up close and personal, a lot of the pumpkins were already rotting or had holes. This center had some really great ones, at a fair price. The kitten is fascinated!

Spent the rest of the afternoon finishing up Confidential Job #1. I will do the write-up and get it out this morning. Spent the evening on student work. Didn’t get to bed until nearly midnight, which means I woke up with eye strain and a stress headache this morning.

I need to reconfigure my time. I’m only spending about an hour and a half to two hours WRITING every day. The point of being here and creating my own schedule is to be able to spend five to six hours writing fiction, and then building the freelance assignments around that. I’ve hit a point where I need to look at my time management, my energy biorhythms, and readjust.

I’ve hit a point in the book where I have a pivotal chapter — where the two main characters are partially lying to each other because they don’t trust each other in spite of their attraction. I have to sort out what and how much they reveal to each other, and it’s not something I can blast through with placeholders and come back and fix. What happens in this particular scene informs the rest of the plot revelations. I’ve rewritten the crucial scene six different ways so far, and STILL don’t have it right.

So I’ll just keep at it until I do. Word-count wise, I’m fine in terms of deadline. I just hate hitting these bumps in the road, trying every trick I know, and still not finding my way through it.

Time to try some new tricks! 😉

Devon

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Saturday, August 1, 2009
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Lammas
Sunny and pleasant

Yes, I’m up very early, but Lammas is a very big day on my personal calendar, so here I am. I’ve already baked cornbread, done yoga, fed the cats, and am doing this before I do my first 1K of the day, for once.

Yesterday’s work day was cut short because of this silly insect bite that felled me like a tree. I went to the family-run pharmacy. They’re fantastic. We talked, they took a look at it, the pharmacist suggested we try a specific cream and some Benedryl. And I was instructed to ice it for 20 minutes every hour as much of the day as possible. He warned me, that, although the box states you can take up to six a day, I should not take more than TWO in a 24-hour period. He asked me if I’d ever taken it before — it was ten years ago, when a little kid I dressed got into poison oak and shared. So he told me not to drive once I’d taken it, and definitely not to take more than two in a 24-hour period. The good news is that, by the look of the area around the bite, my immune system is in good shape — as he said, because I don’t take antibiotics every time I turn around, so that my body actually has built its own immunities and can use them. He also gave me two lists of symptoms: If the first list appeared, I needed to go to the Walk-in clinic, insurance or not; if the second list appeared, I had to go to the emergency room immediately. And, if by last night it wasn’t markedly better, I needed to go to the clinic first thing this morning. He said the insect bites are particularly potent this year, and you can’t wait a few days to see if it gets better. You take the first steps — if they don’t work within the first day, you need to get something a lot stronger FAST.

Good to know.

I went to Staples to stock up on supplies. With my coupons and rewards and all the rest, I only had to shell out $1.36 of my own money. That’s what I call good shopping! They no longer carry the file boxes that will match the ones I have, so I have to try to order them online.

Went to Michael’s. Couldn’t find what I wanted for the harvest wreath, but came up with an idea on how to switch out flowers on the current wreath to make it more harvest-y.

Home, Iced. Ate. Iced. Put the cream on. Iced. Finished my client project and got it out the door FIRST, and then took the Benedryl. Which knocked me on my ass in about 10 minutes. Don’t drive? I could barely walk! But my arm started getting better in a little bit, and the bonus was that, because I couldn’t do much, my wrist got to rest, too.

Finished the badly written book I mentioned a few days ago. I kept hoping it would get better, but it didn’t. Hoped the murderer would kill the protag, but that didn’t happen, either. Won’t be reading anything by that author again! One of the traits that made me dislike the protag was that she felt justified in lying whenever she wanted and however she wanted, with disregard for others to get information, but got mad when others lied to her. And it was never really dealt with in the book. If she showed some growth or reason for the trait, it could have been interesting. But there wasn’t anything. She was supposed to be a likable protag, but she wasn’t.

Cooked dinner, relaxed, called the yoga studio to make sure the meditation session was on in spite of the bad weather, and was told yes. Drove the 20-30 minutes, parking was a bitch (why can’t these places ever rent space where there’s decent parking?), hiked to the center. It’s very new and shiny and hard. The atmosphere is very shiny and hard. I waited for the previous class to finish. Two guys came out of the class and tried to pick me up, while a couple of over-Botoxed women stood nearby, talking loudly and trying to move their faces into glares. Only the eyes managed to convey their annoyance — if looks could kill, there’d have been blood all over the place.

The studio emptied out, and everyone was posing in their expensive yoga clothes and talking very loudly about all the cool events they planned to attend and the famous people with whom they’d be hanging out with between now and the next class. Wonder what they’d think if they know I’ve dealt with most of those people in their underwear in the quick change booth backstage or in the trailer on set?

The workshop leader was a young woman but she, too, had a hardness about her. There were five of us and the leader in the class. It was a very different style than any other meditation group I’ve attended, which is fine, learn new things, whatever I was sitting between a fidgeter and a moaner. The fidgeter I could deal with — part of the process is learning stillness, and for some people it’s harder than others. But the moaner? I kept telling myself, “acceptance, maybe it’s a medical condition or a mental condition” or whatever. What it was was distracting and invasive to everyone else. But every breath was micromanaged by the leader, she spewed psychobabble at us, we sat for only ten minutes, and she dismissed us. Excuse me?

I didn’t get a sense of any commitment to practice from her. My sense was that she’s in this because, in a wealthy suburb, there’s a chance to cash in on all those who are trying to pretend they’re not shallow. There’s nothing wrong with making money from your business, and there’s nothing wrong with running a studio that focuses more on the physical aspects of yoga than the spiritual. But if you’re going to present spiritual aspects, do so from a place of connection and commitment. Don’t repeat what was said to you at an overpriced workshop and was simply a repetition of material pulled off the internet. Even the altar set up in the room had a cold, magazine-shoot feel to it rather than the warmth of a well-used and respected altar.

I don’t want to renounce everything and be a full-time yogi. But I’m not playing at this, either. Yoga, for me, is a way to improve my life through a balance of body and soul, by taking time to practice both alone and in community.

At the other studio earlier in the week, there was a sense of individualism, tranquility, acceptance, and, most importantly, joy. People came with baggage, but, left with huge smiles, and laughing and interacting in a centered, happy way. The leaders are great about keeping things running on time, and being respectful of everyone’s time, but there’s never a sense of feeling rushed. There’s a sense of welcome and inclusion — everyone who walks in is considered a friend one hasn’t yet met. There wasn’t the loud, nervous chatter there was in this place last night. And what struck me, when people left class, was the lack of peace, joy, and energy. Usually, when the doors to a yoga class open, people waft out, a little high from the class. They’re smiling, laughing, they’re quiet as they re-enter the world, but there’s a sense of connectedness. Last night, everyone rushed out to pose by the juice bar, brag, and gossip, like they couldn’t wait to leave class. They competed with each other, which turned me off. I wish them well, but it’s not the right atmosphere for me.

In other words, I’m not going back to the place I went last night, but will continue at the place at which I spent time earlier this week! That’s what you have to do, try this studio and that studio and see which one works for you.

It was interesting. I was very polite — after all, I was a guest in someone else’s space. I said thank you and bolted as gracefully as possible. I turned up the radio on the drive home playing death metal, and, had i passed a bar on the way and not had to drive home, I would have downed several shots!

But the drive home made up for what the meditative experience lacked — one of the largest and most beautiful rainbows I’ve ever seen curved across the road — it was almost as though I could drive right through it! I love rainbows, and I’m very fond of Iris, the Rainbow Goddess — it made my week!

Came home, did my nightly yoga session to get the bad taste out of my body and get back to center. More cream, more ice, another Benedryl, and a good night’s sleep.

Up early this morning. I’m playing today — will have lots to tell you about tomorrow!

Devon

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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Waning Moon
Sunny and cold

Yesterday was pretty much a lost day, since I was crippled by a migraine, so I have to make up for it today. I had to run some errands yesterday, and had a terrible time getting my car back into the parking spot. The lot is like a sheet of ice. Heaven forbid the scumbags who get a monthly fee for the parking slots actually do anything like, oh, put salt or sand on it.

Anyway, the car slid and is now at an angle. I can’t get any traction to straighten it out and I’m afraid of hitting the car beside me if I try to move it. So I either have to skitter down today with boiling water (you try keeping a kettle hot enough to go down three flights of stairs and then two blocks to the lot in single digit weather and still be able to melt ice), kitty litter and a shovel to try to melt the ice behind the car long enough to back the car out safely and get it back in, or wait until it thaws and rains tomorrow and the ice washes away. I can’t risk hurting both my car and the car in the slot beside me. She can get her car out if she maneuvers straight back, but I can’t go anywhere on the ice unless she’s out of her spot.

I have some presents to wrap, but that’s it. I got to the bookstore yesterday for the last gifts for my mom. I was delighted to see that the bookstore was PACKED. Granted, it’s a small space, but the line wound the entire length of the store, and the poor clerks couldn’t keep up.

The Congress Corners story is almost done, and, if Nitro PDF deigns to work later today, I ought to be able to get it ready for the free download tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed.

Slow progress on OFDW revision, but we’re getting there.

I’m packed for the site jobs the coming weekend. I still have to pack my writing bag and the food, but everything else is done. I have one or two more things to pick up at the store, and yes, it’s almost time to bake bread again. I can’t tell if the homemade loaves are just smaller or if we eat more because they’re better.

If I join Costco, I’ll probably buy the 20 pound bags of flour. It makes more sense.

Hope you’re all having a good few days sliding into the holidays.

Devon

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