Tues. Feb. 2, 2021: Die For Your Employer Day 258/MA Vaccine Distribution Failure Day 6 — Rainy, Icy Imbolc

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Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Waning Moon

Mercury Retrograde

Rainy, icy, cold

GDR posts are up for both the January wrap-up and starting February.

Friday was a good kind of busy.

Worked on a client’s website first thing.

Addressed the questions my editor had on the article, which led me to send her questions on which direction she wanted to take the article in. She told me, and I went ahead and did the edits. She was pleased with the result, and so was I! This is why I love working with a good editor.

No luck scheduling my mom’s vaccine. It has not escaped my notice that Baker, a Republican, stopped actively working on any COVID anything except forcing everyone back to “normal” as soon as Biden was inaugurated. He’s just as tainted as the rest of the GOP. He was just better at the façade for longer. I try both sites every day, and no luck. We’re not IN Phase 2 of the vaccination process if there aren’t any vaccines to distribute. Again, it’s spin and lies to make them look good, without the actions we need to survive.

Saturday morning, I did an early grocery run to get in supplies for the incoming storm. Not many people, everyone following protocols.  Home, decontaminated, did a curbside pickup at the library.

Purged 10 boxes. Found some really cool stuff. Tossed a lot. Some books had water/moisture damage that couldn’t be saved. My childhood playing card collection, including some cards from Germany in the 1960’s, which can’t be replaced, were also lost.

Found and re-read FIFTY DAYS OF SOLITUDE by Doris Grumbach, and enjoyed it even more now than when I first read it.

Sunday morning did a dump/recycling run first thing. I couldn’t even fit everything in the car – my car is too small! In other years, I would have been able to do multiple trips, but now they charge by carload, so I’ll wait until next week for the next run.

Then, I purged another 13 boxes. It’s still barely a dent in what I have to go through. But I need to shush my inner voice that told me I should have started this as soon as we moved in. I didn’t, and I’m doing it NOW. So I have to deal with the NOW. 37 boxes down; 263 to go.

Again, tossed a lot, and found some really cool stuff, including an old-fashioned alarm clock, my hand-carved Rosewood chess set I bought in Edinburgh, some jewelry, various knick-knacks with lovely memories attached, and fabric. I also found my old Smith-Corona “memory” typewriter, a precursor to computers; and the silver-plated menorah I bought on 29th St. before I left NYC. I was afraid it had been lost in the move. It’s absolutely stunning, and I look forward to setting it up next holiday season along with the Christmas, Kwanzaa, and Solstice decorations. Even though I am not Jewish, it is a way for me to honor my Jewish friends.

I’m re-sorting the books, putting some of them in new boxes, and trying to sort by genre, instead of just tumbling them all into boxes to be sorted “someday.”

Sore as all get-out from lugging boxes around.

Up early on Monday, charging all the electronic devices ahead of the storm. Pushed to get as much work as possible done early.

Wrote 1K of fiction first thing (GAMBIT COLONY). It felt good to get back into that routine, after giving myself a break in January. I feel better when I do 1K of fiction first thing in the morning. Then, I’m ready to meet the day’s challenges. When I don’t do fiction first thing (or a script), I feel like I’ve failed myself. Blogging or client work that early doesn’t do it, even when I’m productive. The first 1K of the day needs to be fiction.

The bulk of my energy in the next few months is focused on moving, but that first 1K of the day fuels everything else, so I have to stay true to it. It’s not just about having to show up and get the work done because it’s my job as well as my passion. It’s about making the best decisions for my creativity possible.

Got out some LOIs, but the bulk of Monday’s workday was spent getting the client’s new collection up on the website. It wasn’t difficult work, just time-consuming. I was worried we might lose power at any time, or be without power today, so I kept pushing and did a full day’s work on the one project, just to get it done.

Did some work on contest entries. Didn’t get any boxes purged, so I will have to make up for it today.

Other areas got pummeled with snow. We started with snow in the morning. It changed over to sleet, and then rain with heavy winds. On the one hand, I’m grateful not to shovel. On the other hand, I wanted some snow. But the storm is supposed to hang around most of today; we’ll see what happens.

I wrote a bit this morning, again on GAMBIT COLONY. It felt good. I’m using that project to ease back into the daily early morning writing sessions.

I have some client work today, and have to send the PDF of last week’s article to those I quoted in it. I’m working on two new pitches for that editor. I hope to get them out today.

I need to finish the book for review, and get that out, so I can invoice.

And, of course, later today, get back down into the basement and purge more boxes. I have to make my quota, and catch up from what I didn’t do yesterday.

Let’s hope the power holds, but I have enough different options of projects to work on, no matter what happens. Might relax with a fire in the fireplace in the afternoon. I didn’t get to do that yesterday, because I was pushing to finish the work on the client website.

Have a good one. Blessed Imbolc! I’m looking forward to tonight’s ceremony.

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Mon. June 11, 2018: Don’t Dwell #UpbeatAuthors

Monday, June 11, 2018
Day before Dark Moon
Jupiter Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde

This is an important topic. We know the need for positivity. That doesn’t mean ignoring the problems in the world, ignoring them, refusing to be a part of the solution.

It means finding new and better ways to solve them.

That’s difficult to do when our own negative loops run in our head.

I caught myself doing this the other day. Something slipped my mind; I had to turn around and drive back to fix it. The entire drive back from the moment I realized for hours later was the internal monologue berating myself for making a mistake. Calling myself stupid, a failure, ridiculous.

For something small that didn’t hurt anyone. It was simply a minor inconvenience.

The current political situation, where those in power reward those for being their worst selves and for attacking everyone who disagrees with them is part of the problem. But the rest of the problem is that part of us agrees that we deserve to be treated this way.

We don’t.

There’s a saying that no one has the power to make us feel bad unless we allow it. I disagree with that. Many like the sensation of power they get from causing pain.

The comment or treatment will still cause pain. It’s how we RESPOND to it that increases or diminishes their power over us.

One way is “don’t dwell.”

We are human. We get tired, we get careless. We make mistakes.

As long as we acknowledge them, take responsibility for them, take steps to fix them, and then take steps not to repeat them, we are fulfilling our piece of the contract we must have with each other as part of a so-called civilized society.

There’s a saying that goes “it’s easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission.”

I disagree. Someone who boasts about living by this, in my opinion, is someone who believes they are so charming and talented and special that they can get away with disrespect. No.

I am more likely to give permission than forgive when I know someone has acted deliberately in bad faith.

But again, don’t dwell.

Recognize that person for what they are and move on.

Recognize that not everyone will stay in your life forever. And that is often a good thing.

Example: For years, I regretted the “one that got away.” A man I’d been deeply in love with. Our lives took us in different directions. We parted as friends and lost touch. But, in my mind, no one ever quite lived up to him. Every time a relationship ended, I wished I was back with him.

Well, a few months ago, we got back in touch.

And I realized NOT being together was the right choice. I could not be with someone who has made the choices he made. I still like and respect him; but I no longer have the fantasy of the road not taken – just the relief it wasn’t.

I no longer have to dwell.

Acknowledge your feelings, find the root cause, and take steps toward something more positive. Everything you experience, good and bad, contributes to the person you are. Don’t ignore it, but don’t dwell. Use it as a building block, a learning experience, and move on.

Build something better, stronger, more positive.

Even on the good things – don’t dwell. Enjoy, appreciate, and build something better.

And remember – as writers, EVERYTHING is material!

 

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