Monday, August 16, 2010


Violet knows she looks good on aqua

Monday, August 16, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Rainy, hot, humid

Weekend was pretty good. Saturday, I had a good first morning’s writing session, took care of some business, took care of Elsa (who was having an up-and-down day). Picked up some more of my work from the studio — I’m thrilled with some of it and will post pictures over the next few days. I’m still missing two pots, but I’ll try to hunt them down later in the week.

Went to a friend’s, did laundry, worked on a craft project, hung out.

Sunday, I wrote about 2000 words on the Willowspring Grove novel (which is flowing well and pleasantly surprises me every time I work on it), did some plotting for the next Annabel Aidan (working title THE SPIRIT REPOSITORY), and did a lot of research.

This morning, I did my 1500 words on the Willowspring Grove novel, made some notes on another character who won’t shut up (as she says, “I’m 72. You better listen to me NOW.”) I’m going to have some breakfast and then dive in to THE SPIRIT REPOSITORY — a little scary, but necessary.

I’ve got some queries to get out today, and a bunch of business to take care of, along with mundane tasks like vacuuming and looking after the neighbor’s cat, and do some more work on my lectures for the deconstruction workshops.

That’s pretty much it — lots of writing and trying to stay focused. The weather is so dreary I just want to curl up and go back to bed, but that’s not an option right now.

Devon

Willowspring Grove Novel #1 (first draft, handwritten) — 25, 500 out of est. 100,000 — 25.5% (not bad, considering I started this novel on July 18).

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Thursday, August 12, 2010


Pressed mold bottle vase, made in July’s workshop

Thursday, August 12, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Hot, humid, cloudy

Would it please storm already?

Yesterday was quite the roller coaster.

Had a GREAT session of work on ASSUMPTION OF RIGHT — I’ve found “the” excerpt I want to use for marketing, came up with the logline and the back cover blurb, massaged the bio, came up with a few things I want to discuss with the editor that I think can be improved. I hope to have everything out by tomorrow.

i stopped by the studio to see if my other pieces were ready — only one little pinch pot was, so I retrieved that. The rest of the stuff is set to come out of the kiln today or tomorrow.

Worked in the storage unit. I figured that six boxes would take me two hours, and that would be enough in this heat. But I managed to work my way through ten boxes in about an hour and a half — a whole line, which was even better. I purged a few bags of stuff, I found some stuff to wash and give to the donation box, and I found lots of treasures, things I forgot I had, including some lovely jewelry, candles, candleholders, even egg cups. I’m a freak for egg cups — I love them, and every time I see them for sale or in a thrift shop or a tag sale, I buy them. I also found some books I’m hauling back, including my Edinburgh Street Finder, very helpful when I’m writing something set in Edinburgh and have forgotten which street is called what, or, when I know how to get somewhere, but don’t have street names, I can look it up. Ten boxes became three boxes of sorted, organized material, which is how it should be.

On the downside, there was some dry rot in a few things that needed to be thrown out, and, at one point, I got a snoutful of it. It was like having cement fill up my lungs, and I couldn’t breathe. Think I’ll be using a mask from now on. These boxes were packed in 2001.

It was such a roll I may go back tomorrow and do another set of boxes. I have between 50-80 boxes marked “MISC”, which means, when I packed up 13 years of my life in 6 days when I gave up my apartment in Manhattan, I didn’t have time to sort through it, just filled boxes. Most of the boxes in storage are really well marked with room and contents, but I hit a point where I ran out of time.

After, I went to a friend’s place to clean up and have dinner.

When I came home, I found the screen on the fire escape raised. The window was locked, so no one managed to get in, but it was disconcerting, to say the least. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I photographed it, then called the non-emergency number from the police. The desk sergeant suggested that I check with the landlord first — whether they think they have to tell us what’s going on or not, they do, and if their answer is unsatisfactory, or that they did not have reason or raise the screen, I should file a police report. And when I talk to them, I should tell them that I’ve already checked with the police and what they advised. I shot an email off to the landlord, and received both an apology (the “memo” detailing the work is going out today — two weeks after it started) and that the workers swear they didn’t raise the screen.

So I’m guessing I’m going to spend some time over at the PD today.

I also realized that, while the old screens locked, these new ones don’t. A little disturbing, since I like to sleep with the window open at night, and can’t open the bedroom window that’s not over the fire escape because of the air conditioner. I’m going to have to find a way to rig the screen so it can’t be opened from the outside. Yes, if someone really wants to get in, they’d cut it, but why make it easy?

And, of course, the apartment is absolutely filthy from all the brick dust. I could vaccuum and wash floors five times a day and it wouldn’t make a difference. I also find it interesting, that, although they’ve got three scaffoldings up the side of the building, they are only actually working right outside the windows of the long-term tenants the landlord wants out. For nearly two weeks, ten hours a day.

You can’t leave because they’ll wreck something; you can’t stay and hear yourself think. It’s ridiculous.

Anyway, I have some errands to run and bills to pay today, and then I hope to get the marketing materials/cover art paperwork finished for the book, and do some more work on the lectures.

I’m booked for a site job for a couple of days next week, but the one I had for 10 days at the end of September may cancel because the person had a severe accident and may not be out of town after all. Oh, well, that gives me an extra ten days to go house hunting.

To Debra, who commented yesterday– I’m really, really proud of you. You’re worth far more than a content mill, and that sewage whirlpool would suck you dry very quickly. There’s a huge market for articles and information from someone with your experience and insight right now — I bet AARP would hire you to write articles in a heartbeat, along with some of the other big healthcare mags and holsitc mags. I know the transition sucks because you work a kazillion hours, but once you make the shift to being paid what your writing is worth, it makes up for it in financials, professional regard, and self-esteem.

Devon

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010


Small pressed mold bowl made in July’s workshop

Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Hot, humid, cloudy

This weather totally sucks. No thunderstorms as promised for days, just oppressive, cloudy heat and humidity. The cats are trying to learn how to turn on the air conditioner by themselves.

Got some paperwork done yesterday, not enough, but it’s never enough, is it? Got the stuff sorted out for teaching — the admin hadn’t put the materials into the folder when I sent them A MONTH AGO and it was at the bottom of her inbox. Really, not my problem. I was organized and got it in on time, and it bugs the hell out of me when I’m falsely accused of missing deadlines, which seems to be the leitmotif with this particular organization. If it doesn’t change, I won’t stick around. I am way too busy to have this argument over and over and over again, especially when I’m the one on time.

Skipped the museum — will have to make time next week or I’ll miss the exhibit.

Delivered some of the food I cooked to my mom, then went over to a friend’s for the afternoon and an early dinner. I love cooking in that kitchen.

Read Sharon Shinn’s novella “Flight”, which is excellent.

Got some research done in the evening at home, with the air on. Elsa seemed very confused last night — I think the heat is affecting her brain. She woke me up at 5:30 this morning; I say “No way”, rolled over and wound up oversleeping, so I’m having a tough time getting going.

Good first writing session this morning, though. The interesting thing about the Willowspring Grove novel is that I’ve outlined the character arcs for the major characters for the course of the series, but I’m blank-paging this individual book. I know the emotional points I have to hit, but I’m letting the story lead me to them. It’s a different way of working, and one that wouldn’t work with a lot of what I do, but it works here.

I have to go to storage this morning and work through some of the “Misc.” boxes, purging and organizing, then see if more of my pottery is ready. I paid my firing fees yesterday — which were three times more than expected, ouch — so I guess that means most of it survived the kilns.

Also have to get cat food. The never-ending void of the cat food cupboard. Can’t wait until I have the room to buy it by the case!

I’m off to cool down the bedroom for the cats before I leave, so they’ll have sanctuary in the heat.

Devon

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Monday, August 9, 2010


First little three-legged pinch pot I made in May’s workshop

Monday, August 9, 2010
New Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Hot, humid, cloudy

No “workmen” skulking around all weekend — since they are hired to torment long-term tenants, not the new, higher-paying ones. It’s amazing how much I can get done when those phony workmen aren’t around sucking the life out of me.

Went to my friend’s place on Saturday and got six loads of laundry done — woo hoo, clean clothes and sheets.

Also finished CE Murphy’s WALKING DEAD, which I really liked.

Up early Sunday morning, usual yoga routine, feeding the cats, first 1K of the day. Then, I washed the windows, flushed out the drains with lemon and baking soda, soaked and sterilized a bunch of bottles for essential oils, cooked ratatouille, chicken/sausage/basil, chicken w/mushrooms, rosemary, and mint, and a big pot of mint-infused rice. All by 10:30 AM. Yeah, I was feeling pretty smug! 😉

Spent the afternoon working on some craft projects — takes too long to try to explain, so, for our purposes, let’s call them “craft projects”. Also read CE Murphy’s DEMON HUNT.

Cooked spaghetti and meat sauce for dinner, using the last of the fresh basil from my friend’s garden. and did some research in the evening.

Elsa was soooo much better this weekend — just amazing. She was “helping” and underfoot the whole time, which is the way she behaved before she was sick. One of the craft projects has a bloodstone on it, very similar to the bloodstone I bought for her, and she keeps trying to dis-attach it, thinking it’s hers, even though I showed her that her very own bloodstone and jasper are in her favorite sleeping spot, just the way they should be. Her appetite is almost back to normal. She can’t eat a lot at once, due to the acid reflux (which is better, but not gone), but, over the course of the day, she’s eating her normal amount. Hopefully, she’ll continue to make progress. I think the combination of the Nalpoxtrene and the Reiki are helping her a lot. She really loves the tummy massage during Reiki! She’s still got the mucus and sinus problems, which is what we’ll start tackling in today’s Reiki session, but her purring is almost back to normal, without that wetness to it. And she’s behaving more like her old self. I hope she’s really on the road to recovery, and it’s not just a temporary blip.

I have some errands to run, bills to pay, correspondence to deal with, Elsa’s Reiki session, and finishing the marketing work on ASSUMPTION OF RIGHT. Hopefully, I can also get out the newsletter, either today or tomorrow.

The “workmen” are back to make our lives hell — at 7:18 in the morning. We won a minor victory with the landlords this weekend, so I have no doubt they will try to hit us with some fresh hell shortly.

Yesterday’s writing session was great; today’s, not so much. I’m going to try to get another one in before the “workmen” get too loud. I already feel a migraine coming on. Oh, for a big old thunder and lightening storm that would send them off their scaffolding!

First irritation of the day — an admin for the classes I’m teaching just claims I never sent in the promotional materials for the classes — although they were sent on July 12 and confirmed. Re-doing work and being treated like I missed deadlines when I was ahead of schedule REALLY pisses me off.

Devon

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Monday, July 26, 2010

Monday, July 26, 2010
Waxing Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and lovely

I didn’t go out at all on Saturday, but I hear it wasn’t quite as hot as predicted — 97 instead of 100, 106 heat index instead of 110.

I finished the assignment for Confidential Job #1 and sent it off. Always good to be done. I also finished reading and note-taking on the fantasy romance I’m deconstructing for a seminar in September. Now, I have to sort all the notes into seven lectures. That will be fun — and also challenging, in the best possible way.

I started re-reading and note-taking on the mystery I’m deconstructing in a seminar in late November.

Ran around on Sunday, preparing to leave, doing laundry, tidying up, packing, etc. Gotta leave every place better than you found it, right?

Wrote some notes on a new idea that I hope will be a short story. I haven’t done much writing at all this week, other than my daily 1K. Lots of percolating, though, and resting, which is necessary. I didn’t realize just how worn out I’ve been from Elsa’s illness, fighting with the landlords, fighting with the two companies trying to take advantage of my elderly mother (I won. Did you ever doubt me?), and trying to make a living.

I’m off to the glaze room at the pottery studio today. Hopefully, the pieces I created before I left have been bisque-fired and I can glaze them today. Otherwise, I have to go back later in the week to finish.

Not sure if I can take a pottery class in the fall. I want to, but with the way potential scheduling for other Have-To’s is working out, I might only be able to do the first six classes — out of thirteen. I have to think about it, and see how things shake out over the next couple of weeks. There’s only one class I can take — a Thursday morning one that mixes hand-building and the wheel. And there aren’t many spots, so if I hesitate too long, I’ll lose.

Getting back was an adventure to say the least. Severe thunder storm as I left the apartment in Philly. Fortunately, I got a cab. Waited in the train station until the bus loaded. They were kind and let us on early.

Unfortunately, we got stuck three times in New Jersey, so what should have been a two hour trip took four hours. I read my book, had on my iPod, and tried to ignore my annoying seatmate. I did have one of those intense moments of understanding with three other people on the bus, that one sometimes has with strangers, and it sparked a story idea. I have to play with it a little more.

Got a cab to Grand Central. And that’s when it got stupid. Metro North is the worst train line in the world, from all my travels. Not only was the air off in Grand Central, the platforms were probably around 100 degrees, and they were ten minutes late opening the train. When the lazy conductors finally deigned to STROLL down and let people on, they then discovered the train didn’t work properly. They had AN HOUR to test the train. To test it three minutes before it’s supposed to leave and then to stand around with thumbs up asses because they don’t know what to do is unacceptable. I think you have to pass a test to be incompetent, stupid, and lazy to work for them. The train FINALLY pulled out — late, of course, because Metro North in incapable of doing anything on time, even when the train works.

I finally got home just before 10 at night. After leaving at 3:30 in the afternoon.

Elsa was happy to see me, Iris didn’t care one way or the other, and Violet wouldn’t speak to me — although she’s Velcro kitty this morning.

They woke me just after 5 AM, so I guess we’re back to our normal routine.

Will try to get some writing done this morning, and then — glazing.

It’s much cooler today, thank goodness. Really lovely.

Devon

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Monday, July 19, 2010

Monday, July 19, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and hot

I seem to have a perpetual heat exhaustion headache. Ick.

Anyway, Saturday was good. I got some stuff done in the morning, cooled down the bedroom with the air conditioning for the cats, and headed off to open studio hours in the afternoon.

I made six little objects: three pinch pots, one raised round disk on square feet that I think will be a candle holder (for pillars), a slab-rolled cut-out leaf design that’s too open to be a bowl, so I think it will hold one of my crystal balls, and a small tray.

I’d stopped at Michael’s to buy a package of loose leaves (like autumn leaves, not tea leaves), because I wanted to try the slab leaf projects a teacher showed us on Wednesday. But these leaves didn’t have deep enough ribs, so, when I tried to roll them onto the slab (using a rolling pin — it’s amazing how useful kitchen tools are in ceramics) it didn’t make a deep enough design. The larger leaves have the clearly defined ribs and work better. So, instead, I used the leaf as a pattern to trace into the slab/tray bottom with my needle tool, and then I drew in the leaves. I rolled, cut, measured, and attached the sides of the tray, putting in extra clay for shrinkage, and hoping it won’t separate once it dries.

There were three other people working in open studio, all on the wheel. We wound up putting out our pieces to dry in the parking lot in the sun (talk about old style) because it was more efficient than just sitting it in front of the fan.

I was there for the whole open studio time — and STILL have clay left over! 😉

But I had a blast. I love, love, love handbuilding and slab work. If there’s a class for that which is for a beginner in the fall, that’s what I want to take. I feel like I should tackle the stuff I’m not good at, but I want it to stay fun. A mixed class would probably be best, but if there’s just a handbuilding class that’s not too advanced, I have a feeling I’ll take that instead. I love rolling the clay (between two cloths) through the slab roller. I love checking it and using the needle tool to remove air bubbles, then sliding it through again a few times. I love figuring out how to cut and shape and playing with tools and texture. It made me happy.

One of the other women there has been taking class for two years. She said that, for the first eighteen months, she couldn’t get the feel of the wheel at all. Then, suddenly, she had a breakthrough, and now she’s obsessed.

Hopefully, I’ll hit a point where I can do wheel as well, but right now, it just discourages and intimidates me. Maybe, once I’ve moved, I’ll take a few private lessons (if I can find a really good teacher), who can baby-step me through both the theoretical and the experiential. Because so much of wheel work is understanding the feel of the clay.

My morning glory somehow managed to grow through the screen and is trailing down the side of the building. Oops!

I go this from Brandy, who got this from Dru . . .

Five things always in my purse: lipstick, pens, small screwdriver for my glasses, a couple of crystals, a Susan B. Anthony dollar (for luck, not to spend)

Five things always in my wallet: driver’s license, bank card, store discount cards (actually, at this point, only Costco, Borders, and Staples Rewards — all the rest are in their own wallet), too many receipts, National Wildlife Federation card.

Five things always in my refrigerator: milk, wine, eggs, cranberry juice, lemons and limes.

Five things always in my closet: Well, my closet is kind of like the one in THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE — it looks small, but I keep putting things into it and it expands to meet need. When I empty it to move, I may find Jimmy Hoffa and a trail to another country in there. At this point, stuff in there includes clothes, my childhood sled, offseason shoes (on-season are on a shoe rack in the bedroom or in the front hall for easy access), boxes of fabric, childhood ballet costumes.

Five things always on my desk: Printer (computer is a laptop, so it travels), gargoyle, crystals, Ganesh statue, too many projects (not that I’m complaining — it means the work is going well).

Sunday was pretty quiet. I got some work done in the morning. I packed up the baking materials and went to my friend’s place, where I baked brownies all afternoon and worked on notes for a new series while the brownies were in the oven and cooling. It was a nice, quiet workspace, both the oven and the airconditioning worked, and I got a lot done.

Quiet night reading and playing with the cats. In the morning, Elsa scooped a blueberry right out of my bowl and started playing with it on the floor, so at least she felt well enough to play.

Hopefully, her medicine arrives today, so we can start it before I leave. I’ve got to do a lot of last minute running around — a bit of bill paying, getting my tickets and money sorted, finish packing, return my friend’s key.

I should have internet in Philly (famous last words), and, for some reason, I’ve decided I want tea towels with Ben Franklin and/or the Liberty Bell on them. Yeah, I don’t get it, either. I’m building up my stock of tea towels/kitchen towels, and am on a novelty tea towel kick.

I’m trying to limit the projects I’m taking, because it will be a busy week: the work for Confidential Job #1, notebooks for two projects, the new booklet, the books on which I’m lecturing, and a couple of other books just to read for fun. That, along with what I’m doing while down there,should give me a productive week.

I do plan to blog all week, internet- permitting, and I hope to get the last bit of the potential contract sorted out, so that I’ll have good news by next week. Here’s hoping.

In the 90’s+ all week in New York, which means it will be even hotter in Philly. I have to mentally gear myself up for a lot of running around hauling luggage in hot weather tomorrow.

Devon

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Saturday, July 17, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny, hot, humid

It is so humid in here that when I walk across the livingroom carpet, I squish moisture out of it. Disgusting. Thank goodness there’s an air conditioner in the bedroom.

Got out a stack of correspondence, headed to the post office. Ran into a neighbor and caught up. Just walking six blocks in the heat nearly killed me. Could have run into another neighbor who is supposedly heading the tenants’ organization, but he’s been so useless and uncommunicative for so long, that I chose to avoid him rather than get into it with him. I don’t want excuses — I want follow-through and some cojones.

I’m re-reading some books that I’ve recommended to someone who’s taking a private course of study with me, so that we can discuss them. It’s been five or six years since I read them, so I figured I needed to refresh my memory.

A few short stories are swirling around my head, and I hope to get them down in the next few days, if I don’t pass out from heat exhaustion. I keep hearing or reading something, and the short story wheels start to whir. Character voices are coming through loud and clear, and I want to get them down before they float away. Muses don’t come when you call — they come when it’s time to write. If you ignore them, they leave you and don’t necessarily come back (they hate disrespect). And on the days they don’t feel like showing up, you have to lean on craft and the notes you took when they were around.

It was too humid to go into the studio and work yesterday — nothing would have dried enough to write up and put on the greenware shelf for firing. So I’m making another attempt to go today. This is really my last shot. Also, the large wheel-throwing class met yesterday before open studio, and, from what I’ve heard, most of the class continues to work through studio hours, so it would have been crowded.

One thing I love about the place is that everyone is nice, and everyone helps everyone.

If I can get in there, I want to work on a couple of pinch pots and do something on the slab.

I picked up the keys to my friend’s place yesterday afternoon, so that I can bake over there tomorrow. I have to pick up a few things at the store when I’m done at the studio in order to do that, and I’ll bring some writing along to work on while the stuff’s actually in the oven and then cooling.

Elsa’s hanging in there. Her medicine still isn’t here (and no one has an answer for me on that — hmm, let’s see, how about sending me another shipment, then?) and still no word from the vet.

Haven’t heard back yet re: the contract negotiations. Hopefully, there will be someone else at the company with whom I can talk in the coming week.

Lori, always happy to brainstorm with you. Always have time.

Brandy, hmm, online writing classes for teens. Try checking with www.savvyauthors.com — email them via the “contact us” feature if you don’t see anything offered and suggest it — I bet they’d bring in someone to teach. Their yearly fee is reasonable, and once you’re a member, some classes are free or at least have even more of a discount. Even if you’re not a member, the fees are reasonable. National Novel Writing Month, in November, has a section for teens, complete with mentors. www.nanowrimo.org. That’s completely free, although they always need donations, so if you donate $10 or $20 bucks or buy a mug or a tee shirt, it helps. Have you checked the Y? I’ve taught at a lot of Y’s, and the prices are usually reasonable, and I also teach at Continuing Ed programs of both high schools, colleges, and community colleges, which often have classes for teens. Let me also ask on the Muse Online loop — I bet someone there would know. I don’t think Muse, where I teach every October, has teen-focused classes, although I’ve had teens in my workshops along with adults. Again, the Muse conference is free — but you have to sign up by August. You could talk to Lea, who runs it, and ask what would be appropriate for your daughter to sit in on. It’s a wonderful week, and it might give her a taste of lots of different things so she can decide in which direction to proceed next.
http://www.freewebs.com/themuseonlinewritersconference/registration.htm is the link, and Lea’s email is at the bottom. We’ll find something good!

I’m trying to figure out what to make as Christmas/Yule/Holiday gifts this year. My mom hoped I could make little pots for everyone, but I just won’t be that good that fast. So I’m exploring other options. I need to get started in August and make things in August and September, because October through December will be wild months.

Okay, must shower, I’m way too sticky for this hour of the morning, and then it’s back to the page for a few hours, before heading back to the studio.

Have a great weekend. Stay cool and hydrated!

Devon

Friday, July 16, 2010

Friday, July 16, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Cloudy, hot, humid

We’re supposed to break 100 degrees again today. Ick.

Off to pottery yesterday, for my last regular class. Finally, I found something I”m good at — mask-making. We did slab masks (which means we created a slab on the roller, then shaped it on a newspaper form and decorated it). I’m thrilled with mine.

I have some experience with mask-making, both for ritual purposes and for theatre productions, although I’ve never made one in clay before.

We also trimmed the pots we threw on the wheel. So, I was back to going clockwise, which feels more natural to me, but other than that, it was a disaster. Now, it’s just getting to the point where I’m afraid of the wheel, which is not a good thing. My pot is a disaster, but I’m firing it and glazing it anyway, because when I master my fear of the wheel (like, when I’m 105), I can see how far I’ve come.

Glazed my little tiny pressed mold pot, which looks cute, and glazed my enormous pressed bottle vase. I love the glaze room, and I’ve gone from being fascinated by glazes to being obsessed with them.

Several people praised the pressed bottle vase, which surprised me. I look at it and see the flaws, but they think it’s really cool, the way I played with texture. I thank them for their support of a newbie.

When I get back from Philly, there are a few glazing days, so, provided this work’s been bisque-fired (the first firing), I’ll be able to glaze it and send it on for the second firing.

I received an unexpected check which, I think, will pay for fall’s pottery class.

While I was at class, my mom dealt with the new exterminator now handling the building. He’s very nice and very thorough — what a great change from the guys who wandered in, squirted the hose a few times at baseboards(and then we had to wash away the run-off before the cats stepped in it), and wandered out. Everything he uses is pet-safe (Elsa, being Elsa, followed him around to make sure, and the twins peered out from under a table; Elsa must always supervise and remind anyone who enters that this is a cat-centric household, and she expects proper greetings and pettings) and his equipment is very precise, so there’s no drippage or leakage or it getting onto anything but what he focuses on. With all the construction and other chaos going on, we needed a good exterminator around here, not to mention so many people moving in and out. It’s a fact of living around New York — you have to battle vermin on every level.

Unfortunately, because he was so thorough, it means I can’t use the gas oven for two weeks.

And while that was happening, I’d merrily offered to bake for the final class party that I’ll miss next week, and leave it on Monday at the clay center before I leave for Philly on Tuesday.

So, I called up a friend of mine, who will be away this weekend (she goes to an old family retreat every weekend all summer), and asked if I could borrow her oven. She was just talking to her co-workers about our last adventure when I called, thought the whole thing was funny, and we’re sorting out the key exchange later today.

I received a very exciting offer, but there are a few contract details to sort out, and the person I’m supposed to deal with is on vacation — but the contract is supposed to be signed “immediately” — so I went to the person who sent me the offer and asked who I should deal with in the interim. Someone’s got to be covering, or, if not, it won’t be finalized until that person gets back. Not signing something just because the other side is in a rush. Anyway, IF we get these two contract points sorted out, it will be exciting news and I’ll be able to share it.

Also received my next assignment from Confidential Job #1, which looks pretty darned interesting. Sometimes, I think my editor over there reads my blog!

Elsa’s new medicine did not arrive yesterday — although it was sent out and to the correct address. Why am I not surprised? And, of course, the vet still hasn’t made his promised phone call. She actually was a little better, although she’s kind of droopy. I want to call the acupuncturist/Reiki master recommended by the woman in my pottery class when I get back from Philly and see if I can set up an appointment. Elsa’s moving sometimes as though she’s uncomfortable (although she can still outjump Iris, who never bothers to do the math before she does a jump, but just flings herself on and off things and assumes inanimate objects will move to accommodate her). I think a little acupuncture or some Reiki would do her good. I know I sure as heck could use some Reiki. So, I’ll meet with these people and see if we connect, and then maybe they can at least help Elsa stay more comfortable. Supposedly, they do acupuncture at my vet’s, and I’ve asked for it several times, and the request has been ignored. I’d rather go to an independent professional anyway. My acupuncturist was recommended by both a jockey friend and a trainer’s wife, and she’s been a life saver — certainly a career-saver. I would have had to quit Broadway much sooner because of disability had I not started seeing her.

Anyway, I’ve got some running around to do today, some correspondence, hopefully get some writing in. I got some ideas for a couple of little projects to use up what’s left of my clay, so I might head back to the studio for open studio hours this afternoon and finish up for a couple of hours. Got a couple of things sorted out for the Philly trip — looks like I’ll be dealing with another set of scumbag real estate management company when I hit Philly, who are creating unnecessary problems at the site. I’m used to real estate scumbags by this point, and if they get physical, I’ll file a police report. Hopefully, it won’t come to that. I’m starting to think that 98% of the people who work in real estate make pond scum look like a higher life form.

I am certainly looking forward to things lightening up after July 21. Saturn can’t leave the House of Pisces fast enough for me. Enough life lessons already! 😉

I’ve got to pack for Philly and decide which projects to take with me. I’m doing a lot of running around, so I don’t want to take too many projects and then not get around to doing them. I’m definitely taking both books on which I’m lecturing, to finish the notes and lectures. If the contract is finalized before I leave, I’ll be outlining another project along the same lines (per the contract); if it’s not finalized, I’ll wait. I’ve got the booklet to work on and some short stories. I’ll take the assignment from Confidential Job #1, which I don’t think I can finish before I leave. And, oh, yeah, I kind of have to do the work I’m paid to do while I’m there, right? 🙂 I’ve also got to write up Elsa’s medication schedule and feeding schedule so my mom can take care of it while I’m gone, and cook ahead so my mom doesn’t have to cook while I’m gone.

Yeah, it’ll be a busy weekend. And a hot one. I will probably run the air conditioner a lot. Yesterday, even in air conditioning, I just couldn’t cool down.

Devon

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Thursday, July 15, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Hot, humid, rainy

I forgot to mention, with all the Elsa chaos, how deeply saddened I was by the death of George Steinbrenner. I’m not a baseball fan, certainly not a Yankees fan, but I was mildly acquainted with him at the track. He was a horse owner — just as impatient with horses and trainers as he was with baseball players. I told him he needed to be more patient with the horses, because horses aren’t as dumb as baseball players (he thought that was funny). In general, he found me amusing because I didn’t care that he owned a baseball team (or, as he put it “THE baseball team”). We talked horses. He was always kind, friendly, funny, and generous when our paths crossed. He was an impressario on par with what David Belasco did for Broadway, and those big personalities are always important to every game.

Happy to see WHITE COLLAR back. It’s a fun show, and the two leads are so beautifully in synch that it’s a joy to watch. It’s like watching two brilliant musicians jam together. The writing is so good and the actors take it and run with it and make it look effortless. COVERT AFFAIRS — sigh and head shake. The lead actress is one of those that the networks love, and she always gets high TVQ ratings, but I’ve never warmed up to her. She indicates too much — she lets us know what she’s going to say and do before she does it or says it, so there’s never a surprise and discovery — and it simply doesn’t work for me. But, like I said, networks love her, and so does the reviewer for THE HOLLYWOOD REPORTER. I don’t see the appeal. Co-star Kari Matchett is so many levels above her in skill and talent and sparkle, but doesn’t get the buzz. And Christopher Gorham is a lot of fun – nice change from his character on HARPER’S ISLAND. So, yes, I like some of the supporting cast — yes, there’s someone else with whom I’ve worked on B’way! We’ll see. It does not bode well when I figured out the twist the first time the twist showed up on screen as a red herring. And I bet you I know who “the leak” is in the agency — could it be any more obvious? Sheesh. I also hated the opening sequence where they revealed her backstory — I thought it could have been done more cleverly.

We finally had some rain around here. We desperately needed it.

Pottery class was good. I had yet another teacher. I was so far behind everyone, though –it’s strictly a wheel-throwing class, and they’ve been together since June. But everyone was really friendly and helpful, and the teacher took time to show me some variations on throwing and centering — if I keep throwing clockwise, as my Thursday teacher taught, Asian-style, I’ll have problems in North America and Europe, because throwing is done counter-clockwise. While most wheels can go in either direction, some don’t. My Thursday teacher said you have to pick a way and stick with it; I figure I’m so new to it, I’ll adapt to the teacher of the moment.

Now, I would prefer to throw clockwise, because, to me, if you’re BUILDING something in the northern hemisphere, you go clockwise (deosil). If you’re UNDOING it/banishing it/whatever, you go counterclockwise (widdershins). I even make sure that I stir clockwise (I stirred counterclockwise when in Australia) if I’m making batter or stirring soup or whatever. So BUILDING a pot by working counterclockwise just feels wrong on so many levels.

However, since I’m new to the process and have yet to develop a technique, I figure I can still be flexible. Even though I’m told one “can’t” throw both ways, because of muscle memory, well, teach the muscles both ways. Or maybe that will just slow down my throwing even more.

This teacher also lived in one of the areas to which I hope to relocate. She gave me some good tips about the communities in the area.

I really like her, she was very patient with me, and she gave me some helpful hints in continuing my progress. But I squished everything by the end of the day, because, yet again, there was nothing worth saving. I felt frustrated and discouraged.

Except for glazing. We had a glazing intro, and it makes perfect sense. I get it, I love the glazes, I love the possibilities. The glazes “talk” to me.

Of course, if I don’t develop some technique, I won’t have anything to glaze!

I also met someone in class who is one of those people Anne of Green Gables would call a “kindred spirit”. She’s studying holistic medicine, she’s a cat and dog lover/owner, we just got each other. She gave me the number of a couple in a nearby town who do acupuncture (not overtreating, working as holistically as mine does) and also work on cats and dogs. I’m going to give them a call. I may do a session with them for both me and Elsa. The woman of the couple also does Reiki, something I’ve found very helpful.

Everyone crosses your path for a reason, right?

Went grocery shopping — ran into the former mayor again! Also stocked up on pet food, so there’s plenty in the cupboard while I’m gone (I’ve switched them now to ProPlan, which they all seem to like), and picked up some wine.

I checked with an astrologer, and now I’m throughly confused. Diane, and other Pisces, this may be of interest. First of all, she predicted the trip I’m taking next week. Second, she said that the 23rd would be a fantastic day of fun, friendship, and also career opportunities (Lori, that lunch may have more levels than we thought). She also said that we Pisces have had Saturn in Pisces since 2007, and have been going through a particularly difficult time of it. Yes. Between landlord stuff and illness and career shifts, I’d say yes. But, supposedly, on July 21, Saturn says goodbye until something like 2037, and those burdens lift. And Uranus leaves Pisces and doesn’t come back until 2082, when I don’t think any of us need to worry about it, so that takes another level of stress out, and frees up a whole area of creativity. The 26th is supposed to be an especially good day for all of us.

Now, my confusion comes with Jupiter. Jupiter moves into our second house of career and income, and stays there until halfway through 2011, according to this woman. She says money will improve greatly, pay off as much debt as possible between now and mid-2011, because the second half of next year may have a few glitches. However, according to my calender, Jupiter goes retrograde on July 23 until November 18, which means, on the tangible plane, it’s tougher financially (I had to do some sorting out before then to make sure it was as smooth as possible, which gone done on time, thank goodness), things on the home front can get wonky, etc. So, wouldn’t Jupiter going retrograde in my second house mean career glitches until November? To me, those two things are in conflict. She doesn’t seem to think so — she’s not paying much attention to the retrograde in general.

And I’m just confused. So I will proceed with caution.

Yes, yesterday was a day of contradictions.

I got a message from the vet that he put through Elsa’s new prescription. I spoke to the pharmacy — they shipped it out yesterday. It should be here today or tomorrow. If this doesn’t help her, there’s probably nothing that will. It’s quite inexpensive, and is used a lot in people, and now it’s starting to be used with animals.

Elsa was pretty perky overall yesterday — in better shape than I was, that’s for sure.

The vet said he’d call me between six and seven last night. And of course, didn’t. Now there’s a surprise. Not. But at least my little fit gets Elsa her medicine.

Today, I have my last session in my regular pottery class, since I will be away next week. I’d like to stay for some studio time and work on some pinch pots, that my first teacher taught me, and that are still my favorite. The other teachers keep telling me pinch pots are the hardest thing to do, but to me they feel the most natural and the best. I’m going to talk it all over with my first, brilliant teacher, and see what he has to say.

Everyone at the center is really nice and really friendly and really helpful, which makes time spent there well worth it.

I went to bed ridiculously early last night because I was exhausted. I did a good, challenging yoga sequence first to pull out all the kinks from bending over the wheel.

Devon

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Thursday, July 8, 2010

Thursday, July 8, 2010
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
This weather is disgusting

If this is a “break” . . .use your imagination. Ick. Perhaps the temperature is down outside, but in here, the bricks in the building absorbed the heat from the past few days and I feel like I’m a loaf of bread baking in a traditional oven.

I am not a heat-and-humidity girl, which is one of the many reasons I live in a mid-Atlantic state rather than a more tropical one, and one reason I hope to move further north.

Even Elsa is coping better than I am. Actually, she’s showed steady improvement over the last few days — although she is smart enough to prefer the air conditioning. Violet has ben fine; Iris got all sulky for some reason, kept getting out of the air conditioned room and hiding in one of the hot rooms, so I had to drag her out and back into the cool. Since she’s the fattest of the cats (as the vet says, she is “at the top of her weight range”), I have to watch her carefully in this weather.

I got some work done, mostly reading and note-taking. The possibility of several non-fiction books looms on the horizon — two are fairly new ideas to me, but make sense; one has been swirling around for years, but I think I finally have a handle on it; and one I wrote up an entire notebook of notes on about a year ago, and am now expanding those notes into chapters and essays here and there. I’m going to play with shaping them a little more to see if they are actually viable, and then get to work on outlines, sample chapters, and proposals. Two would go under the Cerridwen Iris Shea moniker and two under the Devon Ellington one.

Also made notes on another piece of fiction, but I’m not sure if anything will ever come of it.

Have to go next door early to look after neighbor’s cat, then it’s off to pottery class. If the studio isn’t sweltering and I’m not at the point of collapse after three hours, I may stay and try to do another hour or so of work. Then, I have to come home, shower, and change — the opening of my first wonderful teacher’s exhibit is tonight, and I want to be there.

I found two potential pottery studios to join in the area in which I hope to relocate. One is close by, but I don’t like it as much as the one that’s about an hour away, and seems run more like this one is. Of course I’d like the one farther away. Once I move if that’s where I land, I’ll attend events at both and see which one feels best. That’s the one I’ll join.

Because I am hooked on clay.

Devon

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Friday, July 2, 2010

Friday, July 2, 2010
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Pleasant and warm

Wednesday we travelled to Plymouth and to the Cape, just for the day. There was a very specific agenda, which I can’t yet talk about for fear of jinxing it, but it was productive and great fun. We also picked up a few things in Hyannis, which means that I didn’t have to go running around here yesterday. Pretty much everything we need is on Rt. 132. Plus, there are plenty of small, independent businesses we like to frequent. I also managed to replace the wine glass I broke with two very pretty ones, and found a set of 100% cotton aqua-colored sheets.

Plymouth was a little disappointing — both in our agenda, and that some of the stores we planned to visit where, for some reason, closed. On a Wednesday? Really? Maybe in preparation for a long holiday weekend? One of my favorite stores there only seems to open whenever someone decides to show up. And they weren’t there that day!

Yarmouth, Sandwich, Barnstable, Dennis, Masphee — all as pretty and friendly as ever. What a great region. We had several stops to make — and EVERY set of directions was wrong. I thought Google Maps was supposed to be better than Mapquest? They both pretty much suck.

We stopped in Niantic on the way home in the evening. First stop was the Niantic Diner, where I had one of the best linguini with clam sauce dishes I’ve ever had in my life — clams served in the shells, perfect sauce with white wine, garlic, oil, and chopped tomatoes. Then, it was a hop across the street to the Book Barn, where I got a stack of books on various topics and played with several of their cats. Their little black cat followed me from shelf to shelf, telling me all about it.

Driving back was tough. I love the Merritt Parkway — no trucks and it’s pretty. And the Recovery Act construction projects have turned roads into a pleasure around New England that have been a nightmare to drive since the late 1960’s. I approve of the way those of my tax dollars are at work! However, whenever there’s work on the Merritt Parkway, it seems deliberately scheduled to be as incompetent and to create the most amount of inconvenience for drivers as possible. Whoever’s making the decisions about structuring the work on the Merritt either is a dingbat and shouldn’t have the job, has never driven the Merritt and doesn’t realize the problems he’s causing (and therefore shouldn’t have the job), or is trying to get revenge on people who drive there. And shouldn’t have the job.

We got home around nine. I tended to the cats and the cat next door. On the one hand, Elsa was happy to have a quiet day and not get poked all the time and get medicine shoved down her throat. On the other hand, I think she missed us.

Anyway, it was a great day, although driving to the Cape and back in a single day is a bit of a haul. Usually we stay at least one night. But at least now we know we can do it. and we’ll probably have to do it that way a few more times in the upcoming months.

Yesterday, I slept in, then dashed around getting stuff ready for class and taking care of the cat next door.

Pottery class was great. It took me awhile to adjust to this teacher’s teaching style, so different from the last teacher with whom there was instant rapport. But, by the end of the class, one was building. She’s really good. And I’m trying to learn how to think visually instead of verbally. There are six people in the class — five women and one fifteen year old boy. He’s very sweet and talented, but, poor thing, it’s gotta be hard to be fifteen and in a class with a bunch of women old enough to be his mother! But it’s a nice group.

We worked on pressed-mold bottle vases yesterday. We have to finish them next week. And I finished early enough to make a pressed mold bowl, which is a little wonky, but I sent it for firing anyway. I’m going to try to take advantage of some open studio hours in the coming weeks to do some work on my own, and actually have a technique. Because I have no technique yet, everything is very rough. It’s a little better than the original pieces I did in May, but there’s still a long way to go.

I’ve already used half my 25 lbs of clay in just the first class, so I’m pretty sure I’ll wind up buying more. We’re working in stoneware rather than earthenware this time, and the clay looks similar to what I worked with last time, but feels different. I’m still heavy-handed and don’t really have the feel of it yet. That’s why I need the open studio hours — to just be able to sit and work with it, squish it if it doesn’t work, and start again.

I’d like to take another class in the fall, but I don’t know if I can afford it or make the 14-week time commitment. It depends how much work I land over the summer, and what else is going on in the fall.

In more disturbing news, two little kids in this town were attacked by coyotes — in the kids’ own yards — within four days. One kid is six, and one kid is three. Both will be okay, but still . . .it’s disturbing. And the coyotes are way smarter than the people trying to hunt them down. In this area, that is not at all a surprise. People are being cautioned not to let their kids play unattended in the yard (how sad is that?) and not to run, especially not alone. I was supposed to start running again on Monday, but I may put it off for awhile. While I’m used to dealing with coyotes, that doesn’t mean I should set myself up as potential prey.

Bossy Girl moved! I heard her screaming yesterday afternoon and looked out the window. Her human had her in a harness, she was yelling and tossing her cookies, and then was stashed in the front seat of a U-Haul van. She was a pretty cat, and a smart one. I will miss her — but at least she won’t be coyote dinner. It’s way too dangerous to let one’s cats out around here, between the highway, the train, and the coyotes. Yet people do. And then they wonder when their cats are torn to shreds or hit by a car.

Today is the start of the holiday weekend — yay! It’s still supposed to be nice today and tomorrow, and then a heat wave well into the 90s all next week. Ick.

I have an appointment at 11:30 about a possible new gig at the end of the summer — hope it works out, it would pay for the fall pottery class! And I’ve got a bunch of writing to do today, too, on several projects. I go back to working on other people’s projects next Tuesday; an acquaintance sent me a play to read, which I’m happy to do, but it will have to be early next week.

Elsa’s hanging in there. I’m still waiting for the information about the new medication from the vet. Violet now sits in my lap on next to the computer on the desk whenever I’m working. Iris spends most of her time looking out of the window and complaining about the workmen.

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

Devon

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Saturday, June 5, 2010 — Belmont Race Day

Saturday, June 5, 2010
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Hot, humid, stormy

My handicapping for today’s Belmont race card is in the post below this one.

I did not run on Friday morning — too tired. I got a little bit of Gerber’s baby food into Elsa, but she didn’t eat much. She’s interested in food, which is a good sign, but is having trouble actually eating it. I hope in the next day or two, her stomach settles enough so she wants more. I finally found an organic baby food that’s meat-based (most are just fruits and/or vegetables, which won’t work for her). She likes it better than the Gerber, and I fed her a few spoonfuls every couple of hours. At least she’s interested in food — or I’d be hauling her right back to the vet. Over the course of the day yesterday, I got almost a whole jar into her, a spoonful at a time, which is a good thing. She had a rough night, though, and I’m not sure what today will bring.

Left early, took the car in for servicing. It feels much better now. They think the constant tire problems are due to someone playing pranks in the parking area and letting air out of the tires. I guess it’s better than slashing, but I’m still not happy about it.

Bought an eco-friendly water bottle that matches my car’s color. Because I thought it was funny.

Picked up a few things I forgot yesterday at the store, found the organic food, and then stopped at Clay Art Center to pick up the pieces I made in the workshop a few weeks ago and buy my tools for next month’s class. They don’t look as bad as I remembered. Hopefully, I’ll make progress. My mom’s already making a list of things she wants me to make. She thought it was kind of silly to take the class — but now she’s in love with the pieces. Go figure!

Worked on the Shakespeare research while I waited for the car. It was nice to sit and have that uninterrupted work time. The research will actually be used in at least three different projects, and it’s been months since I did anything on it. It was fun.

Did some work on POWER OF WORDS. The rehearsal section should be tweaked enough to go out later today. I have to add a couple of short scenes, I’ve cut some stuff, and I’ve tweaked the material a bit.

Today’s Belmont day, so I’ll be tied up with horse racing all day. In incredibly hot and muggy weather. Somehow, though, organic cotton yoga pants and a sports bra are not proper racing attendance attire.

Philadelphia beat Chicago in last night’s game 4 of the Stanley Cup final. Now, they’ve each got two and they need four, so we’ve got a couple more to go. They’re great games, though — the two teams are well-matched. I feel like i should be rooting for Philly, because of all the time I spent there, but most of “my” guys are gone from the team, and Chicago is an Original Six team, for which I have a soft spot.

Back to the page and to taking care of Elsa.

Devon

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Cloudy and warm

I managed to get out the door for a run this morning, but it wasn’t easy. I am just exhausted from the last couple of days. I still have to get some paperwork filed to day with the appropriate authorities, but I think the situation is on the way to being resolved. The person I fired had the gall to argue with me — and I was in no mood for that, let me tell you. When I can do in less than an hour what she’d been paid to do and hadn’t managed to in over three weeks . . .well, you get the picture.

I’m signed up for a beginning clay class in July. They’ll let me sit in on another class to make up for the one I miss when I go out of town for work. So that’s all settled, and I’m very excited. When I go to pick up the pieces from this previous workshop, I will buy my set of clay tools, and I’ll be all set. It’s on Thursdays during the day, which is fantastic. I understand that a lot of people want to/need to go to class at night, because of day jobs — but being able to take a day class, where I’m around people like me who aren’t 9-5, makes all the difference in the world. There’s a very different mindset between “day job” and non “day job”.

I have a question for you, since most of you who read this like to watch movies. I’m having a dilemma in the screenplay. One character has positioned herself to look like she’s part of the good guy ensemble, when, in reality, she’s beyond working with the primary antagonist, she’s perfectly willing to double cross him as well for her own purposes. I’m not sure how much of that to show. I set a hint in the piece early on. Now, she seems to be in the same dangerous situation as Lucas’s girlfriend, only it’s all a sham. Do I only show the scenes where she’s playing like she’s on Alicia’s side? Do I sprinkle in a few of what she’s really doing in this section? Or does it become a big reveal later on, when it seems she’s been rescued by the protags and then turns on them? I’m leaning towards the latter, but, since I set the hint in early on, I don’t want to leave the audience feeling confused or unfulfilled. When you watch something, how much do you want revealed as it unfolds, or do you prefer a surprise, even if a hint’s been laid down early on?

I was doing something else entirely yesterday when I had a sudden breakthrough on a piece I’d worked on over a year ago and put aside because I got stuck. Originally, I was going to submit it as part of a shared world series. But there are restrictions — that have nothing to do with shared world locations or characters, but with character motivations dictated by the series — that were giving me a problem. I realized that, if I really want this piece to be in my vision, I have to dump the shared world aspect, rebuild the world into my vision of what serves the piece well, and then the character motivations I want to use for these characters will make sense. It means a good solid few weeks of world-building, but I’ve got a good 100+ pages of material and notes, and I hated to abandon these characters. Maybe I”ll take the material with me this weekend and see what kind of world building I can do.

I’m so exhausted from the past few days. I may go down to Philly and just do the work I’m there for and hang out for the rest of it, doing very little else. I need a change of scenery.

The vet is pleased with Elsa’s progress. Real health will take a long time to achieve, but she’s so much better than she was just a few weeks ago. I’ll type up the medication/feeding instructions for my mom today — Elsa is dosed a total of 8X/day on the various remedies.

I’m going to try to tackle some more on the screenplay. I don’t think I’ll have it entirely done by tomorrow, but I think, once I push through this section, the rest of it will fall into place pretty well. Then I can put it aside for a few weeks before I take another look and then start making cuts.

Next week, I want to get back to POWER OF WORDS and also move forward with the revision on ANGEL HUNT and BEHIND THE MAN.

Devon

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