Wed. April 17, 2013: Picking Up Pieces and Moving Forward

Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Rainy and cool

Yesterday was sunny, but much colder and windier than predicted.

It was a sad day, with the aftermath of the Marathon attack. I was weepy on and off all day.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t deal with life. Commitments still had to be met, no matter what I was feeling. I took in the car for its check-up — all good — phew! Went grocery shopping, switched out books at the library. Came home and did some reading.

I’d given myself the day off writing, knowing I was in no state to do it well. I managed to get out two LOIs and work with students.

I read an absolutely brilliant book that I encourage anyone who has a passion for what they do or what they want to do to read. It’s Twyla Tharp’s THE CREATIVE HABIT. Tharp is an icon of a choreographer. Her commitment and her techniques to not only make creative starts but creative finishes are fantastic. This is an extraordinary book, one of the best I’ve read in a long time.

I have an article up on Beth Barany’s blog about Jain Lazarus as the Personification of Karmic Return. Monday’s violence opens up a whole new discussion about the use of violence in fiction. Can’t say I love the timing on the post going live, but maybe it will provoke some interesting discussions. Is violence ever acceptable? is one of the things that I struggle with in fiction. My characters kick ass, and sometimes take violent action. Is that ever okay? The way expectations are set up, it’s expected. But again, is that okay? I don’t have a definitive answer; it’s something I keep exploring.

Excellent first writing session on the new book: just over 2300 words, wrote Chapter 10. Percolating along, and very glad I have a synopsis. This was a case where I had to have a polished synopsis ready for the agent before I’d even done the writer’s rough, working a little backwards for me, but that’s the way it goes. At least I’m back on track, and can see finishing this draft, having a few days to let it rest before ripping it apart for edits, and getting it to my agent on time.

Lots to do today, and I have a massive headache, so I better get going.


Friday, November 5, 2010

Friday, November 5, 2010
Dark Moon
Uranus Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Rainy and cold

Still rainy out there, although we haven’t had flood warnings yet. The Health Dept. forced the scumbag landlords to give us heat. It’s erratic, it’s not on a “sensor” as they claim — they give a little heat at 6 AM, and then again, after 5 PM, when “everyone” is home.

The Ceremonies for the Dead are complete for another year. Next year, I’ll be able to do them all from the house, which should be a little smoother. I’ll have the room to really set up and leave it set up for the days. I’d love to do an elaborate Days of the Dead set up around the fireplace.

Finished packing the books (except the stray ones I’m sure I’ll find here and there. Packed magazines I’m taking up, and the set of filing cabinets in the bedroom, and the contents of a nightstand that, like my closet, leads all the way back to Narnia.

I’m going to concentrate on the rest of the living room today — pack a few hours this morning, then head to storage for a few hours to pack the stuff that strayed from its boxes over the years and wasn’t put back properly, then pack some more here. If I can finish the living room except for the CDs (which have to be gone through and cleaned individually because they are stored near the window and are filthy because of the dirt created by the “workmen”, I will be happy. It’s a lot, because it’s the stuff that scatters, hides in drawers and corners, and needs to be sorted as well as packed. The hallway is packed except for one box’s worth of soft goods, which maybe I’ll knock out, too.

I also have to go through boxes that have been stored for X amount of time and are going “as it” — they still need to be taped and marked. Everything in the apartment will be marked with contents and into which room it goes. A lot of the stuff from the storage unit will go into the basement, so I’m making signs for the different categories in which to stack stuff and taping them to the walls there. I’ll also have signs up in each room as to where the big furniture pieces go, and the designation of each room.

Tonight, we take sheets and pack up the clothes from the closets (still on hangers) in what will look like body bags made out of sheets. I think those will be easier to carry down the stairs, through the basement, up the stairs, and through the two parking lots to the car in the morning. We also have the two ceramic statues, a few left over mirrors, and a couple of other delicate things we will tuck in and around the clothes.

Really, the toughest part is packing the car — hauling everything down the stairs, through the basement, up the stairs, and through two parking lots. That’s the toughest on the body. But it’s getting done. We only have four more round trips until moving day, three of them back-to-back starting tomorrow. So the more I can get packed today, the better off we are. When I come back from a round trip, I’m exhausted, and it’s difficult to pack. But I figure every five or ten boxes is a victory, so my goal each night I return for a trip is at least five boxes, preferably ten.

And it’s especially important to pack and mark the current WIPs, because I intend to get back into the writing groove the first day after the movers have come and gone!

The cats stay nearby. They are upset. Once they are in the house, and explore, they will be much happier, but the tumult is tough on them, especially on Violet. Iris lets her do the worrying for both of them, and pretends nothing is happening, but even Iris is having to admit that something is going on.

I promise that, once this is all settled, I will catch up on all your blogs again and start commenting. Right now, I just can’t concentrate — the whole focus is getting this done, keeping my head screwed on straight so I don’t drop any balls, keep up with the work that’s paying the bills, and, of course, fighting the scumbag landlords who, although they want us out, are determined to make it as ugly, unpleasant, stressful, and expensive as possible.

I’m sure the Universe will come up with a much more poetical and intriguing way to getting things back in balance than I ever could. While I will hold my ground and not let them walk all over me, I will leave the details of the karmic return to the Universe.


Published in: on November 5, 2010 at 5:54 am  Comments (4)  
Tags: , , , , ,