Tues. Oct. 12, 2021: Am I Really Doing This?

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Tuesday, October 12, 2021

Waxing Moon

Jupiter, Neptune, Chiron, Uranus, Mercury Retrograde

Saturn went DIRECT on 10/10/2021

Foggy and mild

The weekend turned out quite differently than expected, but I’m doing my work on flow and flexibility, and grateful that my work allows it.

The plan, since it was supposed to be a warm and sunny day, was to go to Holyoke and Hadley (about an hour and a half away) to hit some stores we don’t have around here and stock up on a few things, and check out a few places to see if they’re worth a return visit. It wasn’t that warm, and it alternated between clouds and sun.

But the big thing that jettisoned those plans was that Tessa was limping, badly. Her right front paw was the problem. She wasn’t happy about me checking it, but it wasn’t broken, and she didn’t have anything lodged in it, and it wasn’t an ingrown nail. I figured she landed wrong on one of her jumps, or when she raced up and down the stairs, playing, in the night.

We decided to stay home and watch her, and keep Charlotte away from her, in case I needed to book a vet visit in the next couple of days. She didn’t want me carrying her, and insisted on jumping up and down, even though she still limped. But we managed to keep her quiet most of the day. I stayed next to her on the sofa, and even, sometimes, down on the floor.

Snuck off while she napped to send off my last script coverages for the week, and made my nut and a little over, so I could relax.

Got my book review sent off, but it was too late to get another assignment, so I’m hoping that will come through today. Managed to catch up on a bunch of emails, too, and designed a new ad for Fearless Ink which I will probably launch next week, after both Jupiter and Mercury go retrograde.

Did some research on William Morris Hunt and the female painters and sculptors he trained, in preparation for the steampunk piece.

Over Friday and Saturday, I read WHILE JUSTICE SLEEPS by Stacey Abrams. It’s an excellent legal thriller. If Stacy Abrams can be such a purposeful activist to save democracy and still manage her book deadlines, I can shut up and get back on schedule. I enjoy a good legal thriller, and oh, so many fall short, but this exceeded my expectations. Incredible plotting. Just masterful. Along with characters and storytelling and great settings. Top notch in every way.

Friday night, I set up the sofa bed, brought in Tessa’s food, water, and a litter box, and shut everyone else out of the living room. This way, I could be nearby if Tessa needed something, and could make sure she had uninterrupted rest from the others, so her paw could heal. She was pretty happy about it; Charlotte, not so much.

Slept through then night and got up a little before 5 on Saturday. No howling from Tessa, which proves it’s not about food, it’s about loneliness.

Tessa was much better on Saturday, but it was rainy and yucky, so we didn’t go anywhere. We’d hoped to go to Great Barrington, but that will have to wait for a sunnier day. I finished reading WHILE JUSTICE SLEEPS, and then made vegetable stock, and hunted down the box of Halloween treat bags. I was sure I’d brought it up, but couldn’t find it the last few days, and was worried I’d have to do another storage run between the time Mercury goes direct and Samhain. But I finally found it, so it’s all good.

Unpacked some of the boxes in the sewing room, filling the new dresser with fabric.

Signed up for a weeklong course called “Expedition to the Soul” by The Sisters Enchanted. I figured that would work well with the whole Chiron/healing theme. They give you a workbook to download, and ideas on putting together an “Quest Pack.” At first, I rolled my eyes, but reminded myself that I’m the one who signed up for it, so I should do as they ask, because there are reasons. When I teach a class, one of the rules is that you do all the assignments as asked, even if you decide to never work in that way again. So, as a participant, I need to show the same respect to my instructors.

 Once I started putting it together, I had a lot of fun with it. It contains items from Goddess Provisions and Tamed Wild that didn’t have placements yet, and were just sitting around until I found something for them to do, but they’re perfect for this.

Worked on some notes and background for a couple of writing projects, but nothing too major.

Made a quick mac and cheese lunch from Annie’s Organic in a box. It’s been a few years since I ate it, and I was not impressed. The sauce mix was lumpy and wouldn’t dissolve into the milk and butter, and, overall, it was too salty. In a week or two, I’ll have to make up a big batch of Moosewood’s cheese sauce and do their mac and cheese from scratch, and freeze a few packets. I used a Campbell’s sweet and sour skillet sauce with leftover chicken (and made rice) for dinner. Again, not impressed. Somewhere, I have the really good sweet and sour recipe my mom’s best friend gave me (she grew up in Macao, and we took a Chinese cooking class with her a looong time ago, but I kept all the recipes). Foodwise, Saturday was a bust.

I couldn’t find any photos of my dad for the Ancestor Altar we’re building, which is really frustrating. I was sure the big box with all our photo albums and scrap books went on the truck, but can’t find it. That’s upsetting; it better be in the storage unit and not lost for good.

But I have the box that was sent after my uncle, my father’s younger brother, died. Going through that, I found a great, happy photo of my dad from 1965 in Chicago, so I’ll use that. I also found photos of both his older and younger brothers (both of them were artists in Europe). And found a bunch of letters and ancestry research. Most of it is in that difficult-to-read German script, so it will take some time for my mom and I to interpret it. Most of the letters are typed, so my mom is going to work on the translation.

A Big Project for the Winter.

My mother’s father had done a lot of ancestral research on that side of the family, but I have very little information about my father’s side.

I slept in the living room again with Tessa, and slept through the night until nearly six in the morning. Heaven. By this time, Charlotte’s separation anxiety was in high gear, so it took a couple of hours to get her calmed down.

Tessa was running and playing at top speed, so it was just a bad landing on a jump, and nothing that needs a vet visit. Sometimes she forgets she’s not still a kitten.

Dreary day on Sunday, weather-wise. Spent the morning writing six short almanac articles, which was a lot of fun. Spent some time with the Quest workbook. Unpacked a tiny bit, and found some stuff for the Quest Pack.

In the afternoon, I read three scripts for coverage, which I wrote up on Monday.

Worked on an outline for a piece that is taking shape in my head. Those characters that were in search of a story? Found one for them. I’m starting to think it would make sense to work on it during Nano. Yes, the siren song of Nano calls. On the one hand, it’s a chance to write an entire project in a condensed period of time, and get back into the groove, and to connect with local chapter writers. On the other hand, I have three plays due at the end of the year in New York, and I need to get back on track with the series books, keep up with the script coverage and the copywriting, and other “in progress” things. Also, in previous years, I found those who quit before the end of the month were exhausting. They were always the ones pulling the most energy from everyone else, and then they quit anyway.

I’m worried that if I do Nano, I’m doing it for ego. I realize there’s a certain amount of ego involved in writing any book. But as much as I’m trying to justify that it’s about finding my rhythm again after stalling during the early part of the pandemic and while I was sick, there’s also ego involved.

Because, let’s face it, I regularly write more than 50K in a month, although not necessarily on one project. And I don’t have to interact on forums – in fact, the last time I did Nano, I found the moderators snippy and awful towards professional writers.

And doing Nano simply because of ego is not the right reason for me to start writing a book.

Writing because I’m pulled by the story and characters (which I am, especially if I can craft a tight outline between now and November), and writing a whole book from start to finish (which would spill over past Nano, because this book needs to be at least 70K. I’d need to keep writing it into December, while finishing off the plays. And juggling everything else.

Wouldn’t it make more sense to use that time and put that energy into something that I SHOUILD be working on?

Or would the WANT TO writing fuel the SHOULD?

If it’s the latter, I can work with the ego elements, ignore the energy vampires, and just write.

I don’t know. I’m having an internal debate. Maybe the Soul Expedition will give me some answers.

I know I CAN write 50K on a project in 30 days; it’s just a case of getting back to doing it, and then continuing it past November 30, to get back to my normal rhythm between 1.5-2K/day on whatever is the “primary” project of the moment. Can I use Nano to fuel it, even with a new project? Or will it just become another obstacle?

I wouldn’t mentor this year; Let 30 TIPS FOR 30 DAYS take care of that. I’m promoting it all over the place.

Of course, the site’s not letting me sign in, so it might be moot anyway! Update: I managed to get in, under my old password (wrote down the new one, just in case). Updated the profile, set up the novel. Switched regions. Looked at the forums, which gave me a headache. I can still always change my mind.

Then I look at my intent for the week and wonder, is Nano a bad habit I have to break, or is the uneven writing rhythm of the past few months the bad habit I have to break?

I don’t have the answer. Yet.

Did some work on the Fearless Ink ad. I might do two ads. I create a tagline and am sourcing the right images, and I found an image and can create a good tagline.

Monday morning, Tessa got me up a little after 4:30, because she was lonely (Charlotte was thrilled I slept back in my own bed and she could snuggle all night).

Good first writing session, good early morning yoga.

Barbara Moore’s THE WIZARD’S TAROT arrived, and it is spectacular. Looking through the deck gave me chills in the right way. I plan to use this deck and her STEAMPUNK TAROT together on Samhain, when I do the year’s monthly action/energy reading. It takes both decks out of regular usage for the upcoming year, but I think I can do a lot of work with them in the coming year with them as that foundational reading.

(This year’s deck were the Pagan Tarot as the action deck and the Sacred Circle tarot as the energy deck. Pretty accurate throughout the year, although not necessarily in the way they were originally interpreted).

Did another pass through the Nano forums. Some very toxic topics like:

–What’s your day job?

–What’s your favorite hobby besides writing?

–Writers are your competition

So, yeah, not participating in those. Whenever “what’s your day job?” comes up on something like Twitter, I respond “writing” and then wait a day or two to block the toxic poster. Or just skip the question and block.

And other writers are NOT my competition. That’s something the industry promotes to keep writers “in their place” and too many of them underpaid, because traditional publishers only have a finite number of slots. But the reality is that you can’t have too many good writers, because humans have an insatiable need for stories.

I admit it; I was tempted to be an asshat and post a snide response. But then I didn’t. Because I’m a grownup, and I don’t have to give in to these impulses. Being snippy is not in the spirit of Nano, which is for everyone to try to find their way to a regular writing rhythm. I can avoid the toxic, the whiny, and the dilettantes, without being mean.

Wrote four more short almanac articles. Wrote up three script coverages. Used the rest of the slow cooker pork to make pork Lo Mein, which was good, but, for some reason, the sauce turned out spicier than I expected. I’ll have to cut back on the red pepper flakes next time I make that sauce. Spent a couple of hours on the prep for the Soul Expedition stuff, using the journal prompts.

Read four scripts last night, which I will cover today.

Tessa let me sleep this morning until just before 5, but she is now insisting that, when I wash her bowl in the morning, I put the food into a WARM bowl. Okay, Tess, whatever you say, you’re the boss.

Headed over to the laundromat first thing, got both loads done and was back by 7:30, which was pretty damn good.

I used my time at the laundromat to work on the outline for CAST IRON MURDER, the working title of this piece. I wrote about 5 pages (I already had jotted about 3 pages of notes). I have the characters (the ones who were in search of the plot a few days ago). I have the situation. I know the murderer. I know why the murderer did it. I even have a couple of red herrings, and some good situations as my characters work to solve the mystery. I need more clues and red herrings, and to tighten it all up, which might not happen until the second draft. I need enough in the outline so I can get the first draft down quickly for Nano, and then, starting next spring or so, massage it and hone it and tone it. I want it to be fairly short – around 70K.

I’m finding I have to do some research, like do persimmons grow in the Berkshires? (They do). And about the casinos in Springfield. I really hope I don’t need to do a research trip, because I loathe casinos.

I feel pretty good about the piece and the prep. What I hope is that the energy used to drive this piece in Nano will spill out to the other pieces on which I’m working, and have a ripple effect. So that I’d work on CAST IRON MURDER first thing in the morning (after the longhand session on the other project, so, well, second thing in the morning), and then, later in the day, work on the plays. Maybe I’ll leverage the Sundance Collaborative writing sessions for that.

Anyway, I need to start my day. I have to do a grocery run in the morning for things like oat milk, eggs, wine, and coffee, and then get back to the almanac articles and the script coverage. I’d hoped to get LOIs out today, but that might have to wait until tomorrow. Working on the ad, too, for Fearless Ink, and the blog for tomorrow’s Ink-Dipped Advice.

So it’s a busy day. Might put off the library and the post office until tomorrow.

Most of the students were away for the weekend, it being a long one, so it was nice and quiet. They’re really not bad, and when there’s noise, it’s for about 20 minutes or so. But there is a difference when they’re not around. I like both ways – the energy when they’re around, and the quiet when they’re not.

Hope you have a good week, friends. Peace.

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Tues. Sept. 25, 2018: Awards and Concerns

Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Last Day of Full Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde

Busy few days. I did not get the amount of writing done that I wanted or needed to do.

Most of it has been caught up with the final details for the breakfast where my client gets an award this morning– an award which I will accept on her behalf and say a few words. I’ve been working on the speech — short, simple, from the heart. Focused on HER. Too much about this award has been focused on another agenda, not the awardees, in my opinion. But yesterday, we got a lot of the kinks worked out.

I did some additional research for RELICS. I read Joy Harjo’s memoir, and most of a series of letters between Leslie Marmon Silko and James Wright, which are beautiful. I polished the review that was due and sent it off. I juggled home centric tasks. I worked on what used to be POWER OF WORDS. I re-read what’s written of TIE CUTTER again, and love it more than ever. There’s a lot of heart in that book.

I miss traveling. Next year, I need to arrange my schedule so I can travel more. Not just for clients over the bridge, but for myself and my writing.

I am angered an infuriated at the way the GOP dismisses the allegations against Judge Kavanaugh, especially since more women are coming forward, and especially since they KNEW about these allegations last week, and that’s why they tried to accelerate the process. They truly believe it doesn’t matter. That men have the right to violate women. People asking, what if it was your wife or daughter are missing the point — this is how they treat the women in their own lives. And that former aide, who nearly killed his pregnant mistress by giving her an abortificant in a smoothie without her knowledge? Don’t tell me the GOP is pro-life. They want to tear away women’s rights and human rights back to before the Civil War.

There are some very interesting stories out there about how this is all tied beyond women’s rights into something much darker and religious and international — interesting theory, but I hope it’s not true.

The bottom line is that the GOP does not care about women’s rights. If the allegations are true, the Judge has proven a pattern of disregard for women’s rights that ensures he will overturn Roe vs. Wade. Which is what they want. He also says that a sitting President can’t be indicted. Which is what they want — especially since most of them are corrupt, and they count on him to protect them as well.

Kavanaugh’s behavior since Day One has shown he is not fit for the office. If he was this brilliant intellect and ethical man the GOP claims, he would have insisted that there’s no reason to rush. He would have insisted that ALL his records be released for review. He would have shaken Fred Guttenberg’s hand at the break, whether or not he knew who the man was, because as a SCOTUS, he is supposed to protect and serve ALL people in this country. He would not have lied, multiple times, under oath, or hedged on questions he didn’t like.

The whole Kennedy retirement/Deutsche Bank loans by his son to the Narcissistic Sociopath/nomination stinks.

People are saying it’s a done deal, that K is out. I think the GOP will ram him through anyway, just to prove they can and send a message that they can and will do whatever they want without consequence. I hope, in this case, I am wrong.

I participated in the Day of Solidarity yesterday, wearing black and stepping out of the office at 1 PM. I don’t post selfies, so I didn’t do that part. My client’s office is part of a large complex. I was the ONLY person who stepped out. I am disgusted. A red enclave in a blue state. I am fed up.

The level of corruption is appalling. I can’t see how it can be resolved without tragic circumstances.

As far as Yale goes, when I was applying to schools waaaaay back when, Yale was on the list. I will add that I was accepted at EVERY school to which I applied. I went in for the interview at Yale, which went really well. I spent a weekend to “get to know the campus.” By the end of the weekend, I pulled my application, because I knew I didn’t want to go to a school where the frat boy aggressive mentality toward the girls on and off campus was so vile.

I also remember, earlier in high school, as part of the Model U.N., we did a conference at Yale. We hung out and partied and were less than model citizens after hours. I don’t know how our chaperones coped with us. We were awful. But I remember the frat boys hanging around and trying to get high school girls to come out with them. (Being in a fraternity was a selling point, as far as they were concerned). Later, at NYU, I was talking to a student who’d also been involved in Model U.N. (from a different high school). She said her older brother, who went to Yale, wouldn’t let her go to the conference there because the frat boys were notorious for picking up high school girls, getting them drunk, having sex with them, and boasting about it. (Her brother was not in a fraternity).

I went to a few frat parties early on in college, but they weren’t fun. I didn’t like the people, and I didn’t like the aggression. I never went through rush week or tried to pledge to a sorority, because I didn’t like the mentality or the exclusiveness. I didn’t like the girls I met who were recruiting, or the girls back at the various houses. Plus, the time factor — when I wasn’t in class or doing homework or at a work study job, I was in the theatre or on the film set WORKING. I was earning my way in the arts since age 18. I wasn’t going to give up a show or a film gig for a party house. It had no place in what I wanted in my present or my future.

Back to my own daily life, this will post before the breakfast happens today. I’ll write about it all in my post tomorrow. Fingers crossed it all goes smoothly and my speech goes well. I want it to be a good moment honoring my client.

Namaste.

 

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Mon. June 3, 2013: Intense Ending in NY and Coming Home

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The Hatshepsut Sphinx next to the Temple of Dendur

Monday, June 3, 2013
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Rainy and cool

Friday was yet another intense NY day. It started on a sad note — my hosts had to take their sick, elderly dog to the vet for the last time. I cancelled my morning appointments so I could be there when they got back, and make sure they were as okay as they could be under the circumstances before heading out.

I went up to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I gorged myself on beauty — visited my favorite Hatshepsut in the Egyptian wing, wandered through the Sculpture Garden, the Greek and Roman galleries, European painting, Contemporary painting (saw some Hoppers — nothing compares to seeing the actual painting in person), some of the furniture and design, the Armory, a wonderful exhibit on musical instruments. It was wonderful. I didn’t realize how much I missed that museum — I went there regularly when I lived in the city.

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This is a musical instrument, a Javanese piece called a “slento”.

Walked down along Central Park. Stopped in at the Plaza Hotel and was horrified by their renovations. They’ve rearranged the lobby, stripped it of its classic elegance, and put in a food court downstairs, which looks like a tacky, overpriced New Jersey mall. Horrible. Tacky. Revolting. Not at all in keeping with the history of the place. Made me sick.

Didn’t have time to swatch in the garment district, which was disappointing. Went to the Algonquin — their drinks are now outrageously priced and they’ve come up with gimmick drinks instead of keeping the classics, like their amazing Sidecar, on the menu. Big disappointment. I met Teri Brown there, and her cousin, and a couple of blogging friends. We quickly ditched the place (so disappointing, it used to be THE place to go if you were a writer) and went to my favorite Scottish bar, The St. Andrew’s Pub, for some Belhaven lager and tasty appetizers. And, of course, great conversation, amongst all of us. Great fun.

Headed back to Brooklyn and my friends. We sat out in the garden, chatting and catching up. I went upstairs to pack and get things sorted for the trip home.

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Manhattan skyline from the rooftop garden at the Met

Saturday morning, up early. Packed the last few things, rearranged the luggage a few times. Said goodbye to all the animals and my friends. One of them, a caterer, packed me a lunch.

Getting to the bus wasn’t as bad as I anticipated. We were right across from the Javits, so I watched people stagger out with bags full of books — some people had four or five tote bags overflowing. Wow. What was great about this year’s BEA was that the publishers really made their AUTHORS feel appreciated, along with the readers. It’s so important to know one’s publisher gives a damn, and understands and appreciates the work that writers put in. It’s also important for publishers to do their part in promoting the list and the authors, something which a lot of publishers can’t be bothered with anymore — and then wonder, when EVERYTHING is put on the author, why the numbers aren’t high. When it’s a partnership, everyone benefits. When it becomes an attitude-laden pissing contest, everyone loses.

I’m really happy for my author pals who were celebrated by their publishers here at BEA. They’ve earned the right to feel special and treasured.

Got settled on the bus. Everyone was jealous of my lunch! Steak sandwich on toasted baguette, rice and beans, salad. I wished I had business cards with my friend’s info to give out.

Trip back up to Providence was fine, although traffic was heavy and I was too tired to read or do much of anything.

My mom picked me up and we drove home, stopping to do a few errands on the way. The cats were happy to see me.
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By 6:30, I had a load of laundry in the washer, was showered, barefoot, and out on the deck with the cats and a very dry martini. Heaven!

Sunday, I was exhausted. Couldn’t light much of a fire under myself. I have a respiratory irritation — too many bus fumes, probably, and had headache, muscle aches, overall ick feeling. Dug into the still room and have solved everything except the lingering effect of the respiratory irritation, which I hope to fix by the end of the day.

Three loads of laundry. Took down the winter drapes. Put up the lace panels for summer. Took off the fleece chair covers. Put on the cotton summer covers. Mowed the terraced back area. Tended the flowers. Played with the cats. Tried to read a bit. Worked on some notes from the meetings and runnings-around. Watched GAME OF THRONES.

Slow start this morning. I have to get back in the saddle today, do all the follow-up from last week, and get going on some fresh assignments. Lots of meetings this week, and I have to make sure I’m properly prepared.

I had a great time in NY. I’m so glad I went. It was a good business move. It was a good personal move. I could genuinely enjoy the city and my time spent there, while knowing I made the right decision to leave. The best of both worlds.

Devon

Mon. Oct. 1, 2012: Great Start to a Busy Week!

Monday, October 1, 2012
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and cool

Busy weekend.

As I posted late Friday night, I was pleased with the reading of my play. I saw (and heard) where I can make it better, and the feedback from both the actors and the audience was helpful. And it was nice to have some friendly faces in the audience!

Saturday morning, I hit the road, by 8 AM, as planned. Traffic going south was awful. I stopped in Mystic to pick up some truffles (since I hadn’t made it to Cape Cod Chocolatier before I left, I stopped at Munson’s, instead). I arrived safely in CT, and was absolutely exhausted (I was too wound up after the reading to sleep well).

Got settled in, tried to get set up for the week’s work. Discovered that the Cablevision connection is much weaker and wonkier than the Comcast connection. You know it’s bad when I’m praising Comcast. The videos I need for my schoolwork come in fits and spurts, not smoothly streaming. Frustrating — a time eater as well as hard to follow. A 19 minute video took nearly an hour and half to watch. Considering I have six hours’ worth of video to watch between the three classes this week, plus finish the rough drafts of both Sustainability Projects, write another Sustainability paper and write my first paper for — gosh darn, I can’t remember if it’s World History of the Mythology class — one of them — I have my hands full.

Read a mystery that frustrated me — the protagonist was such an idiot, I almost hoped the murderer would get her. “Who did it” and why the Who actually Did It made no sense. And the author created a paranormal mystery, yet obviously has utter contempt for the paranormal elements. A waste of time. Won’t be reading anything by that one again!

Re- watched the scene in REVOLUTION that bothered me so much last Monday — yup, still bothers me, and for the same reasons. Won’t get to see tonight’s episode, because I’m busy, so I’ll have to catch up when I get home.

A doe calmly ate her dinner in the yard Saturday evening, not in the least bit disturbed by proximity to others. I kept the dog away from her until she was done.

The dog woke me a little before 1 AM, barking at something — but I couldn’t find whatever upset her. She then woke me up a little after 5 AM, needing to go out.

Lots in the NY TIMES, including pages and pages on the life of Arthur Ochs Sulzberger, its publisher, who died on Friday. Sunday’s edition had many of the elements that make the NY TIMES one of the best papers in the world. It’s not the best with every article every day, but it’s damn good, and everything I read in it on Sunday supported that.

Watched my school work videos — as long and as frustrating at it was. Wrote my paper for the week for Sustainability on learning how to value energy if/when it’s affordable, without losing the impetus to conserve.

One of the many things I love about the three classes is that the professors encourage us in critical thinking — approaching a theory from different angles, poking it with a stick, and fact-checking, not just accepting sound bytes or a single source.

Drove to White Plains, to the Asian grocery store (since I can’t find one on Cape Cod), and stocked up on all kinds of things I haven’t been able to find. White Plains itself was dirty, crowded, and full of rude people. If I hadn’t been so delighted by the contents of the market, I would have left immediately. But I got some delightful things, including another bagua mirror for the BACK door (I have one on the front door).

On the way back, I stopped at a favorite store when I lived here that has no branch up near me — and they had Christmas cards on sale, so I stocked up! I have enough Christmas Cards for the season — now I have to put together the postage and the presents! 😉

Shortly after I got back to my base camp for the week, we had a hail storm. Very bizarre.

Spent most of the evening finishing up the week’s work for the World History class. Watched the season premiere of ONCE UPON A TIME — I thought they tried to stuff an awful lot of plot into the first episode. Watched the season premiere of THE GOOD WIFE — nice to see so many familiar Broadway faces in the cast.

This morning, I sent off some information for an interview, did some follow-up from the play reading, and worked on a short story. I have to do a polish on an article and get it out the door in the morning, and then batch some ideas to another editor.

This afternoon will be busy — an old friend is stopping by, someone I haven’t seen since I moved. And someone else will be on site for the next few days, so I’ll have to adjust where I do my work — considering how much of it I’ve got to do! I better get going, lots to do, and, as always, limited time.

Devon

Wed. March 21, 2012: On the Road . . .

Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Waning Moon
Mercury Retrograde
Mars Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Foggy

Yesterday was another beautiful day — what a great way to greet spring! Foggy in the morning, beautiful the rest of the day. I got some stuff done in the yard, I did my Equinox commemorations, it was all good.

Worked with students in the morning, but couldn’t get back on the site for the rest of the day, which threw off the commenting — and for them, poor things, the posting. I was counting on good chunk of hours yesterday because I’m on the road today, but that’s the way it goes. Mercury Retrograde and all. Hopefully, I can get in for a bit this morning.

Finished the HEX BREAKER edits. In the middle of the night, I had a break through of one little thing that’s been bugging me, so just tweaked that, and, off it goes to the editor. Finished the piece for Confidential Job #1 and got it and the invoice out. Have to polish a piece for The Writers Vineyard this morning and get it up before I leave, and, when I get where I’m going, talk with an editor who’s interested in having me write a piece about my pro bono client. Worked on a couple of proposals. Percolated some Jain Lazarus shorts — I’ve got a couple of arcs planned, culminating in a prequel novella. I’ll release the shorts over a period of time during release, and then collect them as a book with the new novella.

Packed and ready to go — just have a few things, and then I’m headed out! The cats have company to look after them– I’m sure I’ll miss them more than they miss me!

See you down there!

Devon

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Nov. 23: Weather Crimps Travel Plans

Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Day before Dark Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Rainy and cold

Bad weather today, unfortunately. I hope it doesn’t last too long.

Busy day yesterday. After a great morning on the book, I took the recycling and the leaves to the dump, got in a few more groceries, and spent the afternoon cooking. Baked a lemon cake and a fudge marble cake. Made a lasagna for twelve, with the fixings sorted and ready to go. Packed.

Rolling around a story in my head, a short story, about a professional mourner. I’ve wanted to write about that since I first heard about it years ago in New Orleans, and I think I’m ready.

Slow morning start on the book, because I’m distracted by holiday preparations.

Have a great one, people!

Devon

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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Rainy and cool

We’re on frost warning for tonight, so I’ll have to bring in some plants.

Busy day yesterday, working on classes. The in-person class that was supposed to run this month is being moved to January, thank goodness. It makes more sense to do it when things are a little quieter than in the midst of autumn insanity.

I have family coming down later in the month — which means I have to drive up to Maine, fetch ‘em, and return ‘em. Don’t mind, love ‘em, can’t wait to show them around, but it’s hours on the road instead of on the computer, so I will have to be very organized.

Grocery shopping, and, after lunch, the migraine was so bad I had to lie down. I fell asleep, which helped a lot, and I woke up feeling almost human again.

Continuing to work on the classes today, get some other freelance work cleared off the desk, and to prep the materials for my conference appearance later in the month. I’d like to get bookmarks made up, but I just don’t know if I’ll be able to get to a printer, and I can’t do them on my own computer. I’ve also got to finish an assignment for Confidential Job #1, and it’s a slog.

Excellent day on the Harpy book this morning, got Chapter 5 under my belt. So that’s good. I’m itching to keep going on it — I might do a few more scenes before turning my attention to everything else.

Devon

Today’s word count: 3074
Total word count: 10,538

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Monday, September 26, 2011

Monday, September 26, 2011
Dark Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and warm

Saturday was all about class, which was good. Caught up with my students, commented on work, answered questions.

Sunday morning, I hit the road a little after 8 AM. Traffic was heavy, but moving. I had the music turned up, and it was a reasonably smooth ride. I stopped in Old Saybrook, at my favorite place, and picked up a variety of oddities — small pottery bowls, whorled glass vases, wooden hatboxes, mercury glass candleholders, etc. along with a lamp I liked for the bedroom — only I didn’t pay attention to the kind of bulb it needs, and it may be more decorative than useful. But that’s okay; I still like it.

Arrived in CT. Tried to get settled. Went out to get Chinese take out in Greenwich. Instead of my familiar haunts, I went to the closest, Hunan Gourmet in the Whole Foods Plaza, which was about 20 minutes away instead of 30+. Well, THAT was a mistake. When I got back and unpacked, I found they left the moo shu pork out of the moo shu pork order. The pancakes and the rice were there, but no filling. When I called, the response was, “oh, yeah, we found it in the kitchen. We wondered which order it went to.” EXCUSE ME???? Supposedly there’s no manager on duty or anyone I can talk to. I go back and they hand me the congealed, tepid thing that’s now been sitting there for 40 minutes. No interest in making it right, no interest in giving me my money back or re-filling the order properly. By the time I got the tepid mess back, the pancakes were like glue, and when reheated, resembled rubber tire treads. On top of that, the reheated moo shu was just plain BAD, and the spring rolls had shrimp in them, even though I had specifically asked before I ordered, telling them I’m allergic to shrimp, and was told there was no shrimp in them. Not only did I have a lousy mess of a “dinner” that THEY messed up and didn’t make right or refund my money — and they were TWICE the price of any other place around here — it made me sick. Literally. I had a miserable night. I should have driven the extra ten minutes to one or fifteen minutes to another restaurant I know, where I know the service and the quality are good.

It would have been so simple to make it right — either replace the full order or refund my money. If I’d wandered off and left it sitting on the counter, it would have been on me — but they couldn’t be bothered to fill the order properly. And it was sealed and the contents attached, meaning it had been checked before it was brought out.

Yeah, they are going to hear from me, as it the state’s restaurant board and the BBB. Not acceptable on any level. And I reviewed them on Trip Advisor.

I”m still feeling lousy today, but I have work to do, and then I have to go back on the road in the late afternoon to drive home.

But that’s the way it goes sometimes.

I’d like to go back to bed, but that’s not an option right now.

Devon

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Friday, June 24, 2011

Friday, June 24, 2011
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Rainy and cool

Yesterday was busy. Worked in the morning. Realized that some of my student comments vanished and I have to go back and re-read and re-comment on some of the work.

Costume Imp had to leave, and didn’t want to, and we didn’t want him to, so there was much foot-dragging going on. But we finally packed the car and got him to the bus. I headed back to pick up a few things. It wound up taking NINE HOURS for him to get back to New York, which is just completely ridiculous. It’s supposed to be five and a half.

I got my next assignment from Confidential Job #1, and it looks really cool. I prepared the deviled eggs. I stripped the beds, did two loads of laundry, and vacuumed.

Just as I left for the meeting, the skies opened up, with thunder and lightening and rain as though someone tipped over a large bucket onto the Cape. It took me an hour to drive what usually takes about 35 minutes. But I got there, the meeting went really well, and we feel good about what we’re doing. The event’s going to be a lot of fun, and, with strong support, we’ll get this marine hospital done!

I returned one of the books I’d been lent as my “Recommended Reading” to get my science up to speed so I can be more useful. I’m keeping the other one, because I’m still working on it.

Came back and did the postcards, which was an exercise in frustration. I’ve been a loyal Canon customer for years, but the MX860’s plastic parts in the bottom tray suck. It doesn’t grab the paper properly; it says there’s no paper; it eats the paper; it won’t grab from the top tray. I’ve complained about it to them since I got the printer, and all I get are bullshit “there theres” instead of solutions. I am fed up. I have an all-in-one so I can run my business. By selling inferior products and not coming up with solutions, Canon is actively interfering in my ability to earn a living. And that is not acceptable.

Out of 48 post cards printed, only 22 are usable. The rest were chewed or smeared, and that’s once I actually got them to run through the printer. Not acceptable. I can’t afford to lose more than half of every batch I print. That’s ink and paper and time, which adds up to a lot of money.

I’d get my old one fixed, the Multipass I loved, which would print if you ran over it with a dump truck with barely a pause, but it’s not compatible with Mac. They phased it out without having the Mac software for it. And replaced it with a cheap piece of crap. I shouldn’t have to buy a new printer because the one they sold me sucks so badly bits of the plastic tray come apart in my hands, especially when I’ve complained about the same issues since the DAY I got it. Needless to say, Canon is getting a letter, cc’d to the BBB and other consumer organizations. With any other issue I had on any other product, they found a good solution immediately. The fact they won’t with this one and give me a song-and-dance about it means they KNOW it sucks and won’t take responsibility and fix the problem properly.

Anyway, I’m off to the Cape Cod Writers’ Association breakfast, and then I’m back to change and do the make up for the TV appearance, and then, this afternoon must be dedicated to my students.

It will be a busy day, and a social one. I’m a writer, used to being on my own with my characters. I’m not used to dealing with PEOPLE! 😉

Devon


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Monday, February 21, 2011

Monday, February 21, 2011
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde

So I’m writing along, feeling pretty good about the book, and up comes an issue that I wasn’t sure how to address in it. Again, if the protagonists were the age they’re struggling to be, it wouldn’t be an issue. But since they are younger, and the target market is younger, I struggled to find an appropriate way to handle it. So I emailed a friend who has kids in that age range to ask what she, as a parent, would be comfortable with. Ultimately, I think I picked the wrong material for this age group, and I’m not handling it the right way for the age group, which could come back and bite me in the butt. I can’t gut it and start over, and I don’t think these situations would work for the 8-12 age range (even though they are much savvier than I was at that age).

I had a chat with the publisher and sent the first few chapters. He agrees that it’s too old for his target market. However, he really, really liked what he read. He suggested that I reframe the book as an adult novel, told by the adult character as the memory of the summer that changed her life. He couldn’t publish it, but he invited me to resubmit something else next February, when he considers new material, and he doesn’t think this particular story should be “younged down.” I tried what he suggested — in addition to make the characters fourteen instead of twelve — makes all the difference in the world. So I’ll keep plugging away at this, a few pages a day, and prepare to start the play that’s due at the end of March.

During all this, I somehow managed to kill the coffee maker onsite. I am paranoid about making sure it is unplugged and turned off before I leave — unlike mine, at home, this one doesn’t have an Idiot Switch (pardon me, “automatic shutoff). Well, I was the idiot who needed the switch and burned the damn thing. Fortunately, I found a model close to the one here, but a little bit fancier, so I replaced it and left a note with deep apologies. Hopefully, it will be all right. To say I am mortified is an understatement.

The year-long intensive at Savvy Authors has gone live; course and application information are available here. I already had applicants in the first three hours, so it’s filling up fast.

I read a book I was really excited about on poisonous plants, and was left with a feeling of irritation. And no, not from any leaves touching my skin. Now, I’ve worked with various poisonous plants for various reasons for years, and studied them. I am very, very careful. And there are beautiful, popular garden plants found in many people’s gardens which, under certain circumstances, can be dangerous. I know rhododendron can be dangerous, but I’m not putting it in my salad. I KNOW every part of a lily is toxic, but I’m not grinding it up and putting it in my soup. And when the author started talking about the toxic properties of CORN . . .overkill. I checked everything I want to plant against the list of Prohibited Plants in the state, and nothing I want to have is on it (although I’m kind of surprised at some of the ones that are — and aren’t. Forget-me-nots and coltsfoot are banned in MA). I’m going to be careful, treat each plant as an individual, if precautions need to be used in case of wandering cat or dog (I was pretty careful in what I ordered), I’ll take them, but I’m not going to live in fear of my azaleas. I will RESPECT them, but not fear them.

Sunday morning, I was jolted awake at 4 AM by an alarm going off. My first thought was smoke alarm or carbon monoxide alarm. The dog, however, was unconcerned, so I was pretty sure that it wasn’t a fire. Then, I realized the power was out. Turns out the ADT alarm system goes nuts when the power goes off. I didn’t know the Special Secret Code to make it shut up (only how to arm and disarm it, and no, it is not the same code). So I made one up and it worked. I was rooting around looking for the account number and the name and number of the power company when everything kicked back on.

I went back to bed, but couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning. I finally dozed off and woke up later than I meant to, so I spent the morning running around like an idiot, making sure everything was all settled at the site.

Packed the car, made sure my mom was settled at HER site job, and hit the road by 11:30. Traffic was awful, the Idiot Quotient was terribly high. I know, I should talk after killing a coffee pot, but still — 35 mph is not an acceptable speed for the Merritt or I-95 unless something is wrong with your car (in which case, put on your hazards and I will be appropriately sympathetic), or there’s bad weather or more traffic than we had. Driving 35 mph on a highway because that’s the only speed you’re comfortable with means you shouldn’t be on a highway.

Stopped at Old Saybrook. No Adirondack chairs. 😦 But I found two gorgeous glass vases, one in blue, one in amber, a lovely tray, and a lovely silver necklace that’s in the shape of sand dollar with a starfish etched into it. The whole lot was $6, so I think I got a good deal, and the glass looks gorgeous on the mantel.

Stopped at My Very Favorite Gas Station in Rhode Island (hey, gas is up to $3.63 in NY — no way), filled up, and headed home. I was so happy to cross the line into MA, even happier to hit the Sagamore Bridge, and over the moon when I hit the garage door opener of my own little house.

The cats were pretty thrilled, too. They were fine, they’d had fun with my mom, but they were glad to see me.

Huge stack of mail to go through, a lovely gift from a good friend (she made it for me — I’m thrilled), and, yes, more seeds! The seeds arrived from Johnny’s and Territorial. They have to be logged and then I’ll have to sort them to figure out what needs to be started when for Memorial Day planting.

Lots of settling in and reorganizing and catching up today. I need to run some errands, but want to wait until the snow (yes, we have MORE snow) stops. I got my membership card from Mass Horticulture, and my ticket to the Boston Garden show (a group of us are going up for the day in a mini-bus). Something GREEN to look forward to.

And Costume Imp is planning his next visit.

All good.

Devon

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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Saturday, February 12, 2011
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Cloudy and cold

Late posting, because well, it has been INTERESTING, that’s for sure (although maybe just to live, not to read).

Trip down yesterday was okay. Lovely sunshine, more traffic that I wanted, but I made it down in just over 4 hours, including two stops. All good. Went grocery shopping for a few last things, etc.

Some unexpected developments took up most of the afternoon, but that’s why I’m here, to solve problems. So, all was set at Site #1, things sorted out.

Moved over to Site #2 this morning, had some more unexpected kerfuffle to sort, but it seems to be sorted. Have to run out this afternoon quickly to take care of a couple of things and then it’s back to writing. I don’t usually write much in the afternoon, I’m more creative in the morning, but here’s hoping I can get it together and focus.

A gorgeous red fox is roaming between the sites of Site #1 and Site #2 (which aren’t far from each other on the same street). Definitely the same one — so lovely. Fox is one of my totems, so I’m always happy to see one close enough to appreciate it, but far enough away to honor the fact that it’s not a house pet.

It amazes me how much more stressful everything is here than on the Cape. Everyone’s running and frantic and worried. There’s the same amount to be done in both places, but somehow it all gets done on time, more efficiently, and with less fuss on the Cape than here.

Also, because it’s a Saturn Retrograde, every time I’m put in a position where I’d usually be RE-actionary, I stop, take a breath and think, “Saturn retrograde. How can I approach this differently than I have in the past?” and then I try something new. The “new” tends to be more ACTionary and REactionary, and gets things done with less stress, and, certainly, fewer personal/personnel conflicts.

So, knowing a retrograde is in place doesn’t mean just shrugging and using it as a reason for things going wrong — it’s a chance to change patterns that haven’t worked in the past.

I’m not entirely successful yet, but at least I’m aware and making an effort.

Both job sites have wonderful bird feeders and watching the birds is just amazing. The cardinals, blue jays, woodpeckers, and all the other birds I can’t yet identify — I could spend hours just watching them.

Okay, I better get going and get my errands done so that I can settle in and write. Tomorrow I move back to Site #1.

Back to the page. It looks like it wants to snow again, so I better get everything done before it does.

Devon

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Monday, January 10, 2011

Monday, January 10, 2011
Waxing Moon
Sunny and cold

Costume Imp and I made it — we hit the window between the storms. I was up at 6 on Saturday, my usual routine, then packed the car with what i needed and sorted out the cats. So, when he got up at 7:30, he had clear sailing, and we were on the road just after 8. It was starting to sleet as we left, but once we hit I-195, it was clear. Although there was a lot of snow once we crossed the CT state line, the roads were clear, and I stayed on I-95 the whole way instead of flipping over to the Merritt (upon hearing rumors it had yet to be plowed).

Dropped him at the train in Rye, tried to avert my eyes from how sad and neglected my old building looks, picked up my mom’s medications, headed to her gig in CT. Unloaded everything I’d brought down for her, considered getting right back on the road and heading back, but I was too tired and, according to reports, it was snowing along the way.

I stayed put, used the wireless to keep up with my classes, did some other work, and read the NY TIMES BOOK REVIEW (the one thing I really miss up here, although the GLOBE’S “Ideas & Books” has a lot of great stuff — and I don’t like to read the NYT BOOK REVIEW online. I like to hold it in my hands).

To bed early, up early on Sunday, out the door by 8 AM. Smooth trip up, although my windshield wipers are driving me nuts. They’re smearing not wiping. I just had them replaced in late October. Not happy.

Along the way, I world-built a new piece. I’m not sure of it’s urban fantasy in a created world or speculative fiction. The protag nudged me a few days ago with, “Hey, I got a story here, you better tell it.” On the surface, she’s the type of woman I can’t stand, so it will be interesting to investigate the layers and see what’s there. Anyway, I worked on creating the world and the supporting cast and getting to know her a bit, and the premise. I’ve got the premise and a bunch of scenes, but I have to figure out the WHY of the piece, or I’ve got nowhere to aim.

And, hey, the CD player wasn’t working! 😉

Got home just after noon. Not too much snow, about 2 inches. The car managed to hop over the snow wall left when they plowed the street and get into the garage, fed the cats, then went out and used the regular shovel (rather than the electric one) to clear the driveway and walkway. Took 30 minutes, tops, it was light, fluffy snow, and not that much of it, plus it was sunny out. Sprinkled down some ice melt, and it was time for my hot shower!

Showered, unpacked, had a snack, spent the afternoon reading the Sunday papers in between doing loads of laundry. There was a really interesting article about scientists mapping the geography hell based on the writings of the philosophers. There were lots of interesting articles — the newspapers up here are miles better with actual articles, ideas, opinions, not just recycled celebrity trash, the way most of the NY papers are now.

The seed catalogs arrived. I made my initial list, and now I have to cut it way down. I’m already figuring I have to double my original budget for the yard this year (guess I better land a few more short-turn-around, quick-pay gigs), but still — I can’t blow my entire garden budget just on seeds. So I have to think it through a bit more. Also, there are some plants who will do better if I buy them as Baby Plants instead of starting them as seed, as I learned during the Holly Walk.

I priced patio furniture and am kind of horrified by the cost. $649 is the low end for a metal bistro table and chairs? Really? I can do better than that. And I can do better than the going rate on Adirondack chairs. I just have to pay attention and repaint a lot.

I do have quite a bit to say about the assassination attempt on Gabrielle Giffords, but it’s going into an article. Why is anyone surprised? It was only a matter of time before this happened. Words have power, and we have irresponsible Snake Oil Salesmen (and Women) inciting this violence, then backpedaling and pretending they had nothing to do with it. In reality, they are dancing with glee on the graves of the dead and are such cowards that they incite rather than take any sort of action themselves. Not that I agree with this specific action, I don’t want to come across as though I do, but those who incited it are cowards and hoped someone else was crazy enough to do their dirty work.

Watched THE CAPE pilot last night, (spoiler alert), and I must say, I liked it better than I thought I would. Writing’s better than I expected, premises executed better than I expected, I like David Lyons in the lead — he knows when to be intense, when to pull back, and when to throw away a line to make it work better. I like that he trains and learns to use both his physicality and illusion instead of being zapped with nuclear something and gaining superpowers. He earns his skills, and uses his brain. I like the supporting cast and the whole carny-as-hiding place/training ground — plus it gives the designers a wonderful canvas. I like the design a lot, although I want better lighting. I understand keeping him in shadow sometimes, but please, could we see the action already? I’m a fan of Summer Glau’s work (hey, she’s from the Joss Whedon Repertory, and I’ve got a soft spot for most of his ensemble), but I’m not sold on Orwell as a character yet. I bet she turns out to be Fleming’s daughter or sister or something. My big problem is the villain. Peter Fleming is rich and greedy, but he’s not all that scary, smart, or creative. He must have inherited his wealth, because the character that’s up there isn’t smart enough to have accumulated it himself. Cain showed promise; I’m on the fence about how I feel about the organization of assassins called Tarot — although it makes sense, because they’ve decided to be Karma-For-Hire. I’d have a lot more respect if they went after bad guys in a way Vince couldn’t stomach rather than just being for hire, since they’re co-opted the tarot. If it descends into ignorant Hollywood cliche about my beliefs and practices, I will shut the show off. But I liked a lot of what I saw, I hope the villains man up (probably won’t until they toss some female villains into the mix), and I’m interested enough to watch a few more shows. The teasers NBC ran made me NOT want to watch it, and I only happened to flick onto it and decided WTH. Glad I did.

Up early, yoga, meditation, writing, etc. Will spend a few hours on the page and then run some errands — next snowstorm set to hit tomorrow night, and I want to make sure there’s enough cat food. I can eat my way through leftovers for a good long time, but the cats need provisions. Also, need to get the MA car title into the safety deposit box — it’s so much fancier than NY’s — I feel like i’ve been given an award or something. Need to get more filters for the furnace — it’s nearly 90 days and time to change the first one, and do a few other dribs and drabs. Then, I’ll start taking down the holiday decorations. A little late, but I want to get them boxed up and put away this week. It will seem very bare, but it’s time to let go of the first holiday season in the new house.

I probably won’t make it to the dump until tomorrow, but I want to get the garbage cleared out before the storm.

Got my next assignment from Confidential Job #1, so I can get started on that, too.

The Stephanie Plum workshop wound up yesterday, really fun, great discussions. The One Story, Many Voices stretches for the whole month, and I’ve got a live chat on Wed. January 12 at 8 PM EST about craft — I need to find out some details and do a test hop-on so I’m not locked out during the chat.

We’ve been warned to cancel all plans for Wednesday, expecting 7-12 inches of snow, and then I’ve got a lot to do on Thursday. I wanted to take the car in for its 40,000 mile check-up on Friday — it’s running fine, but needs the equivalent of a spa day — but I might take the cats to the vet on Friday and try to book the car for Tuesday, unless another storm’s coming.

I need to get some pitches out and possibly get a press pass for something early next week.

So much for sleeping for three days! I did four loads of laundry yesterday when I got back, and I’ve got at least one more today. More, once I pull the festive holiday fabric — I like to wash it and iron it before I put it away.

And off we go.

Devon

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Thursday, September 23, 2010
Full Moon
Uranus Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Cloudy and humid

Why I do not own a gun — I would use it on these aggressive workmen who thunder up and down the fire escape, try to open my windows, and use leaf blowers under my window at 8 AM in violation of the City Code. And of course, the City doesn’t care and just looks the other way because the right palms were greased. The town has reverted to its worst possible self with this new Council.

What a shame, because the day started out well, although I overslept. The writing was going very well and I hated to stop. The piece is taking some interesting turns. Its natural pace is much slower than the action-packed pieces we’re so used to, but it’s one of the things I like about it.

Not as organized for the trip as I’d like, but that’s the way it goes sometimes. If I don’t have something, I have to do without. I’ll have my computer and lecture notes and all that, so it will be fine. Let’s hope the journey is smoother than the last few have been!

Acupuncture was great yesterday, but she had so much work to do on me that I’m sore today, which I haven’t been since I started the whole acupuncture process about ten years ago. The migraine was gone until the fucking bastards started up with the leaf blowers. In my opinion, anyone who uses a leaf blower should be chopped into little pieces. It’s an act of aggression against the environment and other people, not a working tool. It’s not like any of them ever use it to actually move leaves — they wander back and forth kicking up dust and making noise. There’s something about the sound range that just turns me into a raging maniac. It causes enormous physical and psychological pain. I’m putting it in the new lease that no one can use a leaf blower on my property. I’d rather do the lawn care myself.

Violet is ready to go. She gets in the carrier all by herself and even shuts the door. She also goes with me to the door each time I get ready to leave, and even tries to get it open when it’s closed. She is OUTTA here! Maybe she won’t be so upset during the actual journey. She hates all the chaos. I know how blistering the pain is to my ears with the noise — the thought of how much worse it is for the cats is heartbreaking.

Traffic was awful yesterday; fingers crossed the busses have smooth roads today. I just want to get on that bus, pull out my book, put on the iPod and zone for two hours. And I want a quiet time in Philly — do my work, run my workshop, work on the Willowspring Grove novel and SPIRIT REPOSITORY.

Because when I get back, things get crazy!

Will check in from Philly.

Devon

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