Thurs. Aug. 22, 2019: Sometimes You Have to Make the Break

Thursday, August 22, 2019
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny, hot, humid, with incoming storms

If my father was still alive, this would have been his birthday.

Yesterday was okay. Had a decent morning’s work on GRAVE REACH before I headed to my client’s. Had a decent morning’s work on ELLA.

Got a good bit done at my client’s.

The Remote Chat was terrific. I always have such fun with that group.

Stopped at the grocery store, then went home.

Set up an interview with a potential new client near end of day next Tuesday. The company is fairly new, and their work interests me, so we’ll see what happens when we talk.

The Narcissistic Sociopath now claims to be “King of Israel” and the “Second Coming of God”? He’s insane. It’s so infuriating that no one will DO anything to hold him accountable.

Decided to end a friendship because the other person is so toxic in my life. I’ve tried to be a good friend over the years; she’s talented, and I know she’s struggling with mental health issues. But she continues to hurt, attack, stand me up, try to manipulate me all the time. I am done. Her position is that she has mental health issues and therefore can’t be held responsible for what she says or does. She needs to do what she needs to do in the moment to take care of herself, and if lashing out is what she needs to do, then she’s going to do that. She considers it my job to stand there and take it without complaint. Even when it’s behavior I have repeatedly told her is harmful to me. I agree that she has the right to do whatever she needs to. I also have the right not to be her whipping post. Not to constantly be expected to accept the poison and hurt she keeps trying to pour on me. I, too, have the right to take care of myself. We’re done. If her therapist is telling her it’s okay to commit deliberate acts of cruelty toward the people in her life, I have problems with that.

The loss of the good times and her potential and her talent will be mourned; her refusal to take any responsibility for toxic behavior will not.

Today is supposed to be brutally hot and humid, then storms that will break it. I hope that’s true.

I am focusing on my article and on GRAVE REACH today. Had an excellent morning on ELLA. The first draft of ELLA is a mess, all over the place, but I’m loving the process. I have a basic idea of the points I want to hit, but I’m not working from a detailed outline the way I often do.

It’s important to change up the process occasionally, and not get into a rut.

My hand is still bothering me. I have a few hours where I feel better, then a bunch of hours where I don’t. One day at a time, I guess.

Back to the page.

 

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Wed. Aug. 21, 2019: When Healing is a Set Back/Done With Undervaluing

Wednesday, Aug. 21, 2019
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Someday it will stop being hot and humid

I had a bad night Monday into Tuesday, due to the infection in my hand. Scared me.

I went back to the doctor on Tuesday. She warned me that I would have a couple more bad days because the antibiotic is doing its job — but the infection will intensity for a bit before it improves.

In other words, type less.

I’m taking a break from Ink-Dipped Advice for a couple of weeks, and from the garden blog. I will still post here, but probably shorter posts.

My focus is on finishing my article and this draft of the book.

Nothing like being ready to walk out the door and the client needs you to create and send out an email blast for an event happening tomorrow that she forgot to mention. Yeah, it got done. On time. I wasn’t even leaving late. Because I’m just that good.

Prepping for a meeting with a potential client, I was told to “low ball” my rates. “Why would I do that?” I asked. I looked at the annual report. There’s plenty of money to pay writers. I know how much the previous person got.

“They don’t want to pay that much.”

Me: “Then I don’t want to work for them.”

I’m tired of being undervalued and undervaluing myself. You don’t want to pay my rates? Go ahead and hire someone cheaper, who doesn’t bring what I do to the table — a unique way to create voice, character, and story that works to engage an audience. Your loss. Not mine.

On site with a client today. I intend to enjoy the next two Lauren Dane books this weekend.

Back to the page (sometimes typing one-handed, sometimes hunt-and-peck).

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Fri. Aug. 16, 2019: The Insolence Never Ceases

Friday, August 16, 2019
Last Day of Full Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant

I didn’t post on Gratitude and Growth yesterday. Making up for it today, with just a quick post.

I’m on an antibiotic for the infection in my injured finger. It has about 29 possible side effects. Fortunately, I only have three of the minor ones: it makes me a little giddy, I can’t be in direct sunlight (so I’ll just spend 10 days in a dark corner like a vampire), and I’m thirsty all the time. I was shocked at how much direct sunlight HURTS, even with sunscreen.

Other than that, I feel much better.

I always feel odd the first 48 hours on an antibiotic. I don’t take them often, which means when I do, they hit hard. Which is a good thing.

I came home early yesterday and read, rather than tried to do anything else. I finished the book for review (and will work on the review today).

I also read Lauren Dane’s THE GODDESS BLADE. Loved it. I read it straight through in one sitting. I became acquainted with Lauren via Twitter, and we’ve had some good conversations. It was the first chance I had to read something of hers. I’ve already ordered the second book in the series, as my weekend treat! Unfortunately, because Amazon sucks so badly, it won’t download. It’s bought & paid for, it shows up on my screen with an X. And Amazon, of course, is no help. Update: I figured out a workaround, using two computers at the same time, in order to get it on my Kindle. NOT okay, Amazon.

I’ve been having weird, disturbing dreams lately. Which is weird, since that’s what Lesley experiences in GRAVE REACH, although the source of mine are something else.

There’s way too much idiocy online right now, and way too many idiots intentionally running the country into the ground. It has to stop. And the media needs to stop pandering to the Occupant’s hate rallies.

I blocked quite a few people yesterday. I don’t bother arguing with them. My energy needs to be spent working constructively, not destructively.

Oh, and here’s another volume in the Local Insult Directory:

Local: What did you do on Broadway?

Me: I worked in wardrobe. I was a dresser.

Local: Oh! Can you reupholster a chair for me?

Me: Um, what?

Local: You know, put new fabric on it.

Me: That’s props or set design, not wardrobe.

Local: Fabric’s fabric.

Me: It’s not.

Local: Besides, if I get a professional to do it, it’ll cost $750. But people work in theatre for free because they love it.

Me: Professionals work in theatre because they love making a living at it.

Local: No one gets PAID to do theatre.

Me: I did. For decades.

Local: You can’t expect money for things like this! It’s not real work.

Me: Why not? The professional upholsterer expects to be paid. Why shouldn’t a professional dresser or props person be paid?

Local: Well, you’re not very community-spirited, are you?

Me: I have a zero tolerance policy on grifters.

Bitch is lucky I didn’t slap her into the middle of next week. It’s so typical of the attitude around here. Now, this is a woman who’s never worked a day in her life (she lives off her husband’s money in his multi-million dollar oversized house and has a staff). She can afford to hire an upholsterer. But she wants a theatre person to work for free, because if someone in the theatre does it, it’s not “real work.” And why is working for free for a rich white woman who lives in a mansion considered working for the “community”?

Volunteering at the library or the food pantry or the domestic women’s shelter is working for the “community.” Not reupholstering a rich woman’s chair because she feels she’s entitled to free labor, and entitled to decide what constitutes “work.”

Before you say maybe they’re house-rich and cash-poor — no. Not the case. She only buys/wears designer labels and boasts about their trips to St. Bart’s.

I wish this was the exception around here. But it’s not.

Working on the article, GRAVE REACH, and my review this weekend. And, hopefully, getting better.

Have a great weekend. See you next week!

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Fri. Feb. 13, 2015: Love the 13th, But not the Black Eye

Friday, February 13, 2015
Waning Moon
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and cold

Yesterday was busy. I wrenched my ankle. I didn’t remember hitting my face, but by the afternoon, the left side around the eye was swollen and looked like someone hit me. Not my best look.

I set up for Tango, but had to pull out of actually attending it. I lay on the couch with a bag of frozen peas on my face and a bag of frozen spinach on my ankle, feeling like an idiot. I have a whole new respect for the tube of concealer I carry in my purse.

Wrote a kick ass “ask” letter for the library yesterday, and we had a good meeting on a potential upcoming project. Afternoon was mostly spent at the desk, since both our volunteers for the day couldn’t come in.

My street is worse than ever. The town says they’re out of sand, yet they sanded a completely clean road I take to work. Yesterday, one of the frontloaders was taking snow from a mound of snow that was already out of the way and moving it from one side to the other. Because, you know, actually clearing a street that needs it would be too much to hope for.

Couldn’t work on my galleys last night because I couldn’t see well enough to work on them.

Down from pain to discomfort this morning. Swelling’s down, and a trip to urgent care averted.

Ordered some fun stuff for the Luau that will happen the last week of the month, and renewed my driver’s license online.

The wellies I ordered from the Animal Rescue Site arrived yesterday – so cute, black with multi-colored dogs on them! They will be well used.

Busy day today, and then I’m going home to work on my galleys and rest up. We’re getting hit with another blizzard tomorrow night. I have to get the garbage and recycling to the dump in the morning and do some last-minute shopping before work. Once I leave work at 2 PM, I am going home and not emerging until the storm is done!

I have a feeling Sunday and Monday will require a lot of shoveling.

May do a radio play for a company in Paris after I finish the one for the company in Ireland. That will be fun.

Re-read the pilot of THE BROWNSTONE. It holds up well. I’m going to tweak it a bit and write the season synopsis for it and send it out next week.

Also plan to get a good chunk of the radio play done, and work on BALTHAZAAR – once the galleys are done, of course.

Monday is a holiday, and the library is closed, but we’re setting up for the book sale; if I get the writing done, I’ll come in and help for a couple of hours.

In the meantime, stay safe!

Devon

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Mon. Feb. 10, 2014: Nouns, Adjectives, and THE MAGICIAN’S BOOK

Monday, February 10, 2014
Waxing Moon
Jupiter Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Sunny and cold

Challenging weekend. I’ll be posting some material on the gardening blog, the cooking blog, and the wine blog soon. Lots going on — trying to save my citrus plants from some icky bug.

Friday afternoon, a friend was kind enough to spend time brainstorming titles for the sci-fi horror western with me. We have a good list.

Friday evening, I slipped on the ice at the meeting, and injured my knee, the bad “Broadway knee” I messed up pounding up and down the stairs all those years. Couldn’t decide if I was glad it was that knee and I still have one good knee, or if I wished it was evened out a bit.

By the time I got home, it was swollen to the size of a grapefruit. I treated it with ice, ibuprofen, and arnica, and more arnica and a malachite stone the next day. Saturday, I was pretty immobile — my back was tweaked, too. I could stand up or lie down, but not sit for more than a few minutes at a time. I did, however, ever hour or so, get up and gently move it around, to keep it from stiffening.

Basically, Saturday and Sunday, I was an invalid. Amazing how, when you change the inflection from the noun, INvalid and make it an adjective, it becomes inVALid. That pretty much sums up what I felt like all weekend. But I behaved. I could have acted like a Victorian consumptive and moaned on the settee; I could have been cranky and ignored the injury and hurt myself worse. Instead, I settled in with books and notebooks, and took care of myself, and let my body concentrate on healing, which it’s done pretty well, all things considered.

I read a brain candy book (I’m working my way through this author’s bestsellers to figure out WHY she is a bestseller, since there’s a lot of sloppy writing in the books). I also read a wonderful non-fiction book, THE MAGICIAN’S BOOK: A Skeptic’s Adventures in Narnia by Laura Miller. It’s really wonderful. Miller explores her conflicted feelings between her enjoyment of the Narnia books and the often heavy-handed religious message. Having felt the same way about the books, it was interesting to read her explorations and interviews about the topic. It’s an extremely intelligent, well-written, thoughtful book. I hadn’t realized Lewis and Tolkien were friends, despite their religious differences. It also made me wonder where the reasoned, ethical religious arguments are in modern day. In the past, there were intelligent, educated, ethical people who could fashion intriguing and solid arguments about their differing beliefs. One reads these treatises, and, while not always agreeing, one can still respect that. Where are such minds now? I don’t know that we have them. Making up “facts” and deciding that whatever comes out of one’s mouth is a fact just because one says it doesn’t cut it. I’ve read some interesting spiritual essays by Buddhist practitioners, especially some of the female monks, but that’s about it. Of course, the right wing extremists are anti-education (because if people are educated, they might actually think for THEMSELVES instead of drinking Special Interest potions and doing what they’re told without question). But it’s a shame that there isn’t significant intelligent discourse happening in either religion or politics (certainly not in the latter), when you look back and see the history of such important discourse in various arenas.

In other words, the issues brought up by the book go beyond just Narnia and are relevant to various areas of life right now. And it makes me want to re-read all the books again. THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE was my favorite, in spite of the heavy-handed religious symbolism. I disliked THE LAST BATTLE intensely. And Lewis lost me when he punished Susan for growing up. Even the first time I read the books, that infuriated me. Honestly, I don’t remember much about the other books.

Started reading the next book for review — I like it a lot.

Did some work on TRUE HOME, on the untitled novella, and on the edits for the other novella. Had a big “aha!” moment on the play, and I think I can fix what’s bothering me about it.

Loved watching the Olympics all weekend. I prefer winter to summer games anyway. The Women’s Ice Hockey Team is amazing this year — love them! I also enjoy the skiing and snowboarding events a lot. Everyone loves the figure skating, and it’s interesting, but because it gets so much attention, I tend to gravitate to some of the other sports that get less attention. I like that they’re showing more of the international athletes again — in Vancouver, they hardly even mentioned anyone who wasn’t American, and that was frustrating. I like watching people I’d never get to see otherwise.

Lots of catching up to do today, since I was out of commission all weekend. Hopefully, this will be a creative, productive, and lucrative week.

Devon

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny, hot, humid

Introducing . . .Annabel Aidan!

I’m unveiling the Annabel Aidan pseudonym. It’s now official — Champagne Books has contracted my romantic suspense novel ASSUMPTION OF RIGHT, under this name. It will release in July 2011, and they get first look at the next Annabel Aidan-penned tome.

I’m pretty darned excited.

You can visit Annabel’s brand new web page here.

Somehow, I managed to injure my foot. What’s weird is that I remember hurting it in a dream Monday night, pulled myself out of the dream, and Tuesday morning I have an injured foot.

Sounds like something out of one of the books!

Yesterday was a challenging day, to say the least. The scumbag landlords are at it again, acting like this is an empty building. Workmen are swarming over the fire escape, the roof, hauling up heavy equipment without safety mechanisms in place, hitting the windows, etc. We had no notice, they are not conforming to city code, they arrive in unmarked vans, have no identification — these are not licensed, skilled workers.

I was so enraged that, had I owned a gun yesterday, I would have slaughtered all of them. I have rarely been that enraged in my life. It would have made yesterday’s massacre outside of Hartford looked like child’s play. And then thing is, it’s not the workers that are the problem, it’s the landlord. It’s not the workers who should be slaughtered, but the landlord.

I wonder how much the astrological pressure is causing the trigger points to snap on people. According to the records, this configuration was last seen 537 years ago — and I’m too lazy to look up what happened then. It would not surprise me at all if there was a huge spike in violence between now and Monday — a lot of people snapping the way that guy did outside of Hartford yesterday and the way I nearly did. I don’t agree with his actions, but I understand them.

I have to remember to siphon off the rage somehow. And certainly not let it out on those who aren’t the root of the problem. It’s not a healthy feeling, to be that angry and that out of control. I have to stay as calm and as quiet as possible.

We’re supposed to get some harsh thunderstorms today — that should break some of the tension and prevent them from working on the roof, at least for awhile.

I worked on the manuscript yesterday, re-reading it to make notes of things to discuss with the editor and also to pull excerpts out for the marketing. I’m working on the marketing and cover art information, and starting to put together the media kit, which will build throughout the production process, and then it will be done on time, rather than having to start the process just before the book releases.

Decent, but not brilliant first writing session this morning. I can’t work, breathe (because of the contaminated dust), eat, drink, sleep, wash (because the water’s contaminated) or do anything else. And the landlords are charging us for this crap.

It’s supposed to be over 100 degrees again today. I’m taking Elsa for another Reiki session this morning. She’s shown some real improvement in the past two days, and i hope it holds, and that we can build on it. She’s eating much better, not throwing up, has a lot of energy and is alert and involved. I hope we’ve hit a turning point, finally, and that she’s on a real road to recovery. Heaven forbid the vet do any follow-up. I’m going to email him on Monday, telling him to put in a refill on her prescription. I don’t know how much of her improvement is the Nalpoxtrene — since the improvement didn’t start until the Reiki started — and how much the Reiki is boosting the Nalpoxtrene. I think it’s a synthesis of the two along with a couple of other naturopathic therapies we’re doing. I don’t care what it is, as long as it works.

The big thing between now and Monday is to keep the rage under control. Because I’m really close to the edge, and I don’t want to snap and do something I regret. It’s almost as though one can feel the tension in these squares, like a rubber band being stretched more and more tautly. At least knowing the influences gives me information that can help me make choices that are more positive, instead of simply reacting to triggers with what could be horrible consequences.

Devon