Wed. Aug. 25, 2021: Still Drippy and Humid

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Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Waning Moon

Pluto, Saturn, Jupiter, Neptune, Chiron, Uranus Retrograde

Foggy, hot, humid

I forgot to mention something good from Monday. The Marie Corelli biography I ordered secondhand in Ohio, from the bookstore who had it at a price I could afford, arrived. The description made it sound like a sad copy, but it’s great! I’m so excited to read it.

I struggled with WordPress yesterday. It just would not cooperate.

Went over to the college library to return books and get new books. Found some eBooks that would be helpful in my research. Hopefully, I can check them out. Came home and realized the bill for the tolls for moving was due, so I wrote the check and dashed down the street to the post office.

On this walk, it was the first time the warning bells went off in regard to another pedestrian. A guy a few yards ahead of me set off those bells. Now, I lived on the Deuce in NYC a good long time, and I know to listen to the signals. And, as small and friendly as this city is, it IS a city, and I have to remain alert. Every woman who’s ever had to walk alone can relate.

Anyway, the guy was on the other side of the street at first. I didn’t like the way he stopped and turned to gaze after a woman who walked by him, like she was his next meal. He swaggered on. Then, he crossed to my side of the street, and started slowing down.

At the next crosswalk, I crossed to the other side and went into my new bank. He sort of meandered around on the opposite side of the street for a minute or two, then took off again.

I waited, then resumed my journey. The post office was on my side of the street now anyway. He was on the other side of the street. He saw me, and started slowing down. I’m thinking, “Aw, man, I’m gonna have to dropkick him, aren’t it?” hoping I haven’t gotten too rusty.

But then, a cop steps out of a doorway and the guy walks right into him. The cop talks to him, glancing over the guy’s head at me. For the record, we were all white. The guy mumbles something and rabbits off down a side street. The cop lifts his hand in greeting to me. I do the same in return, and go on my way to the post office.

Mailed my letter, walked the couple of extra blocks to the library, dropped off my book, got a Sarah Addison Allen book. I’ve read it, but I’m in the mood for her work.

Walked back along Church Street, among the lovely houses. Saw my delightful postman, and we waved across the street. Enjoyed the architecture and everyone’s plants, and how they’re sprucing up and loving these old, lovely buildings.

Whenever I see someone on their porch or in their yard, and they notice me looking at the house, I call out, “I love the (detail) you have.” They immediately brighten up, and usually tell me the story behind it, which is interesting. It’s a nice way to get to know the neighborhood. And the neighbors.

But I’m tired of the humidity.

Of course, as soon as I was home, I got an alert that a book arrived for me at the library I just left. Isn’t that always the way? Well, if that’s the most annoying thing in the day, not bad. Of course, it wasn’t the most annoying, just another mosquito of annoyance.

Frustrated by a recruiter contacting me for the same information I sent when she contacted me yesterday. Big red flag. At first I re-sent everything, pointing out I’d sent it yesterday (and the email acknowledging it). A little later, I pulled myself out of consideration. Not worth it.

I’m tired of unprepared recruiters wasting my time. I’m tired of companies demanding that the copywriter have Adobe Creative Suite experience in order to create graphics for copy. No, that’s the designer’s job. Stop combining jobs with different skills and trying to hire one person at 1/3 of the rate that ONE of those jobs should be paid. Too many companies have learned NOTHING from the pandemic, and deserve to lose talent.

I didn’t write up enough script coverage; I concentrated on reading. So today, I have to make up for it, and have a boatload of coverage to write up. In order not to get overwhelmed, I will look at the individual coverages, and do something different in between them.

But no faffing around today. I also have administrative and unpacking work to do. And I have to run a check over to the TD bank in Williamstown, because the fucking app they FORCED me to put on my phone isn’t working properly for deposits. I will be so glad when we are finished with that bank.

Feeling burned out, especially since I know I have to work through the weekend this week. But that’s the way it goes, and at least I have the flexibility to do that, so I can enjoy spending time with a friend over Labor Day weekend for the first time since before the pandemic.

I will buckle down and do the work instead of faffing around today. Hopefully, it won’t be too humid. That’s what really slows me down. I do not deal with humidity well. Hopefully, when it cools into autumn weather, my energy will return.

Looking forward to Remote Chat. Always a bright spot in my week.

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Monday, December 22, 2008

Monday, December 22, 2008
Waning Moon
Sunny and cold

Time for the 2008 Wrap ups for Goals, Dreams, and Resolutions. Drop by the site and, in the comments, leave your own musings looking back on 2008.

And then come over to A Biblio Paradise and check out Karina Fabian’s wonderful new story.

The shows yesterday were a lot of fun. It was great to be with everyone again.

Back home late, and the cats were wild, doing their Wildebeests thundering across the Savannah routine – at midnight. Thanks goodness we are well-carpeted.

Slow start this morning, and fighting with U-Haul Chelsea, who employs the rudest, most incompetent people on the face of the planet. I really want to get enough money to move the rest of my stuff out of the remaining storage unit. I am tired of their incompetence, false accusations, and harassment. Of course, the head office could not care less and can’t even be bothered to respond to complaints.

There are enough competent people out of work that companies can and should fire the incompetent and hire people who are actually grateful to have a job and able to do the job.

I have so much to do today, and I’m so upset from the U-Haul encounter – I need to calm down and get focused. I also have a blasting headache.

Not a good start to the week.

Devon

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant

NYC was awful yesterday. Too many Stupid Fucking Tourists, too hot, too humid, too smelly. I was in a MOOD by the time I reached the theatre. Fortunately, I was on my own for the first few hours and had time to get over myself.

An article was greenlighted (greenlit?) that I really want to do – I get to interview a friend, colleague, and one of my favorite people for the Winter Issue of THE SCRUFFY DOG REVIEW. He’s excited, I’m excited, my editor’s excited, so it’s all good. Now I have to come up with some good questions!

Confidential Job #1 sent me my next assignment – finally! First they cut the rate by 40%, then they send less work. I’m getting a little fed up with them, but the loyalty to my editor keeps me in place. Oh, and this time, they forgot to give me a due date, so I’ll have to ask about it.

Confidential Job #2 was kind enough to invite me to see the finished product of something I worked on several months ago – unfortunately, it’s in LA, and I can’t fly out for the day! But it was sweet of them to include me.

The job boards totally suck lately. Hopefully, they’ll pick up after Labor Day.

Have to undo some admin tangles – these companies need to hire people who actually post payments sent – I have to untangle two messes on payments I made over a month ago. Both companies were quick to cash the check, but never posted payment and are now harassing me. Fortunately, I have proof. And I’m invoicing them for the inconvenience.

Have to buy cat food.

And, of course, the building management shut off the water AGAIN. I don’t even care if they tell us ahead of time. I want it to STOP.

Tried to work on OLD FASHIONED DETECTIVE WORK last night, but it was mush. Too tainted by the day. I had to throw everything out that I wrote. So I had to get up extra early this morning to make up for it. Most of Chapter 19 is done. I have to figure out a couple of things in this, and then I’m going to end on another cliffhanger. I thought Chapter 20 would be the final chapter of the book, but now I think it’s more likely to be Chapter 21.

Off to deal with the incompetents, and then it’s back to the page.

Devon

Devon’s Bookstore:


Hex Breaker
by Devon Ellington. A Jain Lazarus Adventure. Hex Breaker Jain Lazarus joins the crew of a cursed film, hoping to put to rest what was stirred up before more people die and the film is lost. Tough, practical Detective Wyatt East becomes her unlikely ally and lover on an adventure fighting zombies, ceremonial magicians, the town wife-beater, the messenger of the gods, and their own pasts.
$4.00 ebook/ $6.00 on CD from Firedrakes Weyr Publishing.
Visit the site for the Jain Lazarus adventures.


5 in 10: Create 5 Short Stories in Ten Weeks
by Devon Ellington. This ebooklet takes you from inspiration to writing to revision to marketing. By the end of ten weeks, you will have either 5 short stories or a good chunk of a novella complete. And it’s only 50 cents, USD. Here.

Writing Rituals: Ideas to Support Creativity by Cerridwen Iris Shea. This ebooklet contains several rituals to help you start writing, get you through writer’s block, and help send your work on its way. It’s only 39 cents USD. (Note: Cerridwen Iris Shea is one of the six names under which I publish). Here.


Full Circle: An Ars Concordia Anthology
. Edited by Colin Galbraith. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and other pieces by a writers’ group of which I am a member. My story is “Pauvre Bob”, set at Arlington Race Track in Illinois. You can download it free here:

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