Monday, April 19, 2010

Monday, April 19, 2010
Waxing Moon
Something must be retrograde, but darned if I know what it is

I am a wreck. Tough weekend.

First, I came back from the site job on Saturday afternoon with a sore throat and a fever. I took to my bed, with a book, and the cats, and plenty of fluids. The book was okay — I didn’t have to think too much, it was pleasant and poignant. But it set a section among actors, and, while it was obvious the author reads tabloids, it was equally obvious the author’s never spent any time around actual actors, and that spoiled the book for me. You could still get the fairy-tale quality the author strove for if you based it a little bit more on the way actors actually behave in those situations.

Fever broke in the early evening, returned later that night, broke again in the night. Sore throat faded the next day.

I wrote on Sunday, working on a short story that I want to get out in the next couple of weeks, getting out a few short stories, following up on a few pieces that have been twisting in the wind for far too long, and getting out a few queries.

I tried to watch — and like RIVERWORLD last night. I really did.

Uh, no.

It took me awhile to figure out why I didn’t like it — there were the elements there for a cracking good story. And it just didn’t work for me. The first forty minutes, I kept saying to myself, “Okay, just roll with it. Roll with it.” But, after a certain point, if you have to keep TELLING yourself to roll with it, there’s a problem. And then the Conquistadors came in, and it went south for me. There was too much right wing-nuttism trying to masquerade as social enlightenment. If they really meant the latter, not the former, they did a poor choice of showing it, because it came across that they supported the former. There were a lot of good actors in it; some performances worked for me, and some didn’t. The character of Jessie didn’t work for me — mostly, I think, due to the directing, which Made. Every. Moment. Equally. Important. instead of working with ebb and flow. But if Jessie’s our hope for humanity, we are all damned screwed — too much Twinkie, not enough substance.

Again, to be fair — I only suffered through the first two and a half hours, and missed the last hour and a half.

Because I had to rush Elsa to the emergency vet.

She’d been getting worse all day, more and more mucous-y, and when she sneezed blood, that was it. I packed her up and drove to the emergency vet in White Plains. They were very nice. She behaved very well. They have her a very strong antibiotic, faxed the info over to my regular vet at North Short Animal League, and I have to call them to day and get an appointment in the next few days. The BEST case scenario is that she may have pneumonia. The worst is, well, much worse. So please keep a good thought for her.

Got home well after midnight. Couldn’t sleep at first. It was pretty late (or early) depending upon how you look at it, when I finally got to bed. I didn’t set the alarm for 5:30 to run this morning, but Elsa woke me at six anyway, patting me with her paw and saying, “Hey? Aren’t you usually up by now?”

Tried to work on the short story this morning. Hard to concentrate. I have to choreograph a fight scene using a welding torch, which is a challenge, and, hopefully, will wind up being a welcome distraction.

I was sad to read that one of the Derby-pointed horses I was interested in broke down and had to be euthanized over the weekend. That always makes me cry.

Weird tax fact: You can write off a racehorse, but not a hearse.

The Doubt Demons attacked in force this morning, since I am overtired and worried. I have to juggle a few things around re: the vet bills, and, of course, there’s the little voice saying, “Who do you think you are, thinking you can make it as a full-time writer? If you’d stayed on Broadway, you wouldn’t have to worry.” Which is, of course, a crock, because Broadway’s a hard place to make a living, too, due to the limited amount of work available. But it’s a familiar challenge, where the writing is a fresh challenge each day. The fresh challenges are one of the reasons I like it, but at times of great stress, it makes it harder.

I was going to write an essay/post about the remake of NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET, and how Jackie Earle Haley must be kicking ass as Freddy Krueger, because the movie’s not even out yet, and I”m getting a lot of people contacting me (well, Cerridwen Iris) about dream stalking. So the post was going to discuss dream stalking, and how important it is to separate the actor from the role. You may think Freddy Krueger’s stalking you in your dreams, but remember it’s the character and not the actor. I think it’s safe to say that Haley’s way too busy working and living his life to go around stalking individual viewer’s dreams, even if he was trained in the way so to do, not just the way the movie (a piece of fiction) depicts it. The man’s working a lot right now (thank goodness) and has a life. Tip of the hat to him, though — it must be one hell of a performance. But that post is going to have to wait.

Must light candles today — 15th anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing, I can’t believe it’s been 15 years. It still seems very fresh.

I have all sorts of business and admin stuff to deal with today, I have to take care of a very sick cat and see what we can do to get a full diagnosis and treatment, and I’ve got to find a club big enough to effectively beat back the Doubt Demons.

Devon

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Sunday, February 7, 2010
Waning Moon
Mars Retrograde
Sunny and cold

Not one, single snowflake all day yesterday. Unbelievable! Honestly, as badly as I feel for those who were hammered, I do feel cheated!

So, in the past two days, I’ve read two mediocre books (I kept hoping they’d get better) and one book so bad that I had to put it down by page 15. Hate it when that happens. Fortunately, the one I started last night is a lot of fun.

Yesterday was a DAY. I’ve been dealing with harassing phone calls for the past few months, from a commercial number, but I can’t trace it back because it’s an 877 number. I’ve told them numerous times to stop calling. I am on the Do Not Call list. It’s ignored. They don’t actually tell me what they want anyway — just heavy breathing. So, I filed a formal complaint with the FCC — and the calls escalated. That SOB on the other end of the phone better hope the FCC finds him before I do. Because I am so done. I also told Verizon they damn well better pay attention — I’ve complained to them for months and they don’t even have the courtesy to respond. I’ll file with the Attorney General’s office and name them as an accessory. I did some further digging and managed to get information on the number — belongs to an outsourcing telemarketer with a history of scams. So, at least I have a file to send to the FCC and the AG.

Add to that, my neighbor went all weird, putting on NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET at top volume, with the door open to the hallway in the afternoon. The cats flipped out. Several neighbors and I asked her to turn it down and we were ignored. So I fought back, first with Bach and then with Nordic rock, an album called WILD WOMEN OF THE NORTH. I won. Gee, I can tell you’re surprised. 😉

Later on, the same neighbor had on a war movie, although not quite as loud. The cats were freaking out. I think she has a new large-screen TV with surround sound — she better get the settings worked out sooner rather than later, because I am not having stuff fall off the walls and listening to someone else’s idea of “entertainment” indefinitely.

At least I had a good first writing session on REDEMPTION KILL. I want to do a little more on it this morning, then switch back over to the steampunk, which never got the attention it deserved yesterday, because of all this other chaos. I also managed to participate in a loop chat on Castles in the Sky, which featured my new publisher at eTreasures.

So, all in all it was a productive, of somewhat frustrating and chaotic day.

Back to the page. I’m really glad I’m working out of town so much for the rest of this month.

Devon