Wed. May 17, 2017: Prepping for Recalibration

Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Sunny and warm

I couldn’t get the mower going yesterday, and I’m totally frustrated. I hope it’s as simple as cleaning the air filter and replacing the spark plug, because I can’t afford a new mower right now.

Gorgeous day yesterday, finally.

I finished the second draft of WINNER TAKE ALL. Now, it can marinate for a week before I tackle the third draft.

Found the next draft/adaptation of ANGEL HUNT, which had been a serial years ago. I’d done some massive restructuring when I started turning it from serial to novel, and then put it aside. It’s much funnier than I remembered. Some sloppy writing, and some bad habits that my wonderful editors in the interim trained me out of, but there are good bones there. I have to figure out how to get it back into the roster.

Worked on some notes for today’s Recalibration Meeting. I need to recalibrate certain things in my writing life, and that’s what today is all about. Going through things, project by project, and figuring out what needs to be retired, what needs renewed promotion, how to re-release some titles in the way that will serve the work best (not just “this is the way everyone does it”).

“Everyone” doesn’t work for my needs and how I want to construct my career. I need to explore other options, and then come up with actionable steps in a reasonable timeline.

With the way the industry is changing (the Big 5 dumbing down too many of their releases, too many POD “publishers” who don’t do enough to support their authors, lines constantly shutting down), it’s time for something new that appeals to readers while helping the writers build their careers in a professional manner. I can’t change the industry, but I can certainly try things that fit into my vision for what I want and need for my writing career, that is true to both my artistic sense and my ethical sense. Which looks pretentious on the screen, but I’ve always believed in walking my talk.

Today will be a long, difficult, in some ways potentially traumatic day, but I think, in the long run, it will be worth it.

I hate giving up a day of writing — I may try to sneak in a bit — but the business headspace is different from the creating headspace, and I need to focus on business today.

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Tues. Feb. 14, 2017: We Vote So We’ll Be Left Alone

Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Waning Moon
Sunny and cold
Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day. Please know that each of you is valued.

When you live on Cape Cod, your life revolves around the weather no matter what else is going on in the world.

So it was this weekend. We had some storms come through, although not as bad for us as predicted. The family in Maine got about two more feet of snow dumped on them, with more on the way.

But I stayed in, wrote A LOT (I think nearly 70 pages in total), researched the Italian Renaissance, studied Constitutional Law. On Sunday, I had to drive to a designated site to take the quiz. It was not a space conducive to concentration. I did reasonably well on the quiz — two questions wrong. But, for my own standards, getting any wrong is not okay, so I’m frustrated with myself. But when you’re on a timed site and people keep coming up and talking to you, demanding you drop what you’re doing to take care of them — even though it’s not your job, and you’re just there as a fellow patron — even if you say, “I can’t talk, I’m on a timed site”, it breaks the concentration needed to be successful on the material. However, there’s no room for excuses. It was what it was, and I’ll just have to do better next time, no matter what the distractions.

Add to that snow shoveling and power fluctuations, and I’m a little tired.

Add to that the work I’ve been doing with my elected officials, and I’m even more tired.

So, General Flynn apologized and resigned, and now we’re supposed to forget. Um, no. There’s no way he behaved in a vacuum. He knowingly took actions that sabotaged a sitting president and put the country at risk, and I believe he did so with the full knowledge and encouragement of the incoming president. That is not okay.

There needs to be a full and independent investigation, not just of this portion of it, but of the interconnections. Treason is going on. Not a mistake, not jumping the gun — treason.

Every Senator who agreed to the rushed confirmation and voted for this guy needs to apologize to the American people (with additional apologies to their own constituencies) and cooperate in the investigation. I believe that the investigation will find that some of them colluded and others were complicit in their silence. It needs to be untangled.

Supporters of the Narcissistic Sociopath now want David Patreus to take over. Someone who’d have to get permission from his parole officer to travel. Someone who shared confidential security information with his mistress. Just because she was also American doesn’t make it okay.

Anyone who is nominated must be thoroughly vetted BEFORE confirmation. No more of this rushing. The GOP needs to stop ramming both the unqualified and the corrupt down our throats.

Any Senator who continues so to do must be removed as soon as is possible, be it in the next election, or because that individual, too, is discovered to have committed treason.

Treason is not “disagreeing” with the government, or protesting. It is knowingly and willingly working to undermine it, which the GOP has been doing since 2008. It has to stop. Their oath is to Constitution (meaning “We the People”), not party. Anyone who does otherwise has to go.

That’s why, in all this discussion about flipping districts, I’m not blindly supporting someone just because there’s a “D” next to the name. The individual needs to be researched. If I don’t think a candidate is ethical or able to stand up for beliefs, that candidate is not getting my support, no matter what the letter next to the name. Blue Dog Dems need to go — there’s no reason to have someone in there with a “D” next to the name if they’re going to vote blindly Republican instead of Democrat, or at least standing as an individual. The party platforms are now far enough apart so that if you support one or the other, that’s the party you sign with. If you don’t believe in healthcare or Medicare or Social Security, then don’t run as a Democrat. Putting someone in to a slot just to get enough letters in a particular column doesn’t do any good if they disagree with the policies that got them into office in the first place. You can be bipartisan without betraying either party or country. It sounds contradictory — support your party, but don’t be afraid to stand up to them. Some would say that’s what Blue Dogs do. It’s the “why” that needs to be dissected.

It’s great when there are issues that can be bipartisan — let’s hope the Flynn/Russia interference with elections investigation is one of them, and that there can be more. The point of bipartisan is that you’ve reached a consensus that works IN A POSITIVE WAY for the largest number of people possible. You don’t diminish the greater good; you add to it. And yes, you put your constituency and country AND YOUR OATH TO THE CONSTITUTION before your party. But not out of a fear of not being re-elected; out of a belief that what you are doing is right FOR THE PEOPLE you represent. FOR THOSE INDIVIDUALS. When you’re getting thousands of calls from your constituency telling you to vote against something and you vote for it because it’s the party line — you need to go. You don’t vote the way companies or special interests want, just because they bribed you, as our Secretary of Education did. Call it “donation” all you want — that chick bought her position and is woefully unqualified for it.

Again, I think we need more than two legitimate parties. Not fringe, foil-hatted parties. But genuine parties with clearly defined positions on a variety of issues. Right now, the bigoted racist misogynists have hijacked the GOP. Let them have their own party, and the GOP can go back to being the party of Lincoln. The Democrats are a hot mess, it’s worse than herding cats, because at least cats have common sense. The DNC is trying to appeal to everyone, and therefore only succeeds at pleasing no one. The party, in general, is just right of center, when it needs to break up to be slightly left of center and far left.

The far reaches of each party need to balance each other. Most of us vote because we want someone to represent our point of view so that we can live our lives and not bother with every bill and worry about every decision and every vote. We want to be left the hell alone to live our lives. There’s a need for extreme on both the left and the right, so there’s compromise in the middle that does the least damage. The most good is rarely done — the past couple of decades it’s been about the least damage. Most of us will live with that — win a few, lose a few, don’t take away my earned benefits or mess with my personal, bodily rights. Go do your jobs and leave me alone to live my life.

Unfortunately, that is not possible right now. The GOP is not only violating the Constitution and supporting the Narcissist in his daily dismantling of it, the GOP is actively interfering in my daily life.

The party that claims to want SMALLER government is determined to regulate women’s bodies, decide who one can love and marry, decide who is allowed to use a toilet, diminish education, force religion into schools and onto people who don’t believe in it, deny others rights because of their religion, take away food safety standards, allow polluters to destroy the earth, encourage the collapse of the ice shelves that will drown a good percentage of the population, sell off our natural resources to special interests who will build condos no one can afford anyway, force the elderly into poverty, force wages down so that people can never climb out of poverty (don’t you fucking say “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” when most people live paycheck to paycheck while the top executives WHO DO NOTHING line their pockets will millions). All of this is being LEGISLATED by the party who claims to want SMALLER government. The hypocrisy is astonishing.

My fellow artists and I want nothing more than to be able to go back to creating full time and not worrying about all the rest, but we take our responsibilities as citizens very seriously. We will keep working against corruption, and to move through the current dystopia to the best possible lives for people, where they have individual freedoms, while also respecting others. We will not shut up. We’re not stupid because we work in the arts. One of the things I’ve learned, since I moved away from an art-centric culture, is how much SMARTER people who make their living in the arts are, in most cases (reality show participants don’t count — they are not artists — they are paid spokespeople).

So, no, artists will not shut up. Art has always changed the world, since the time of papyrus and Greek ritual theatre and Shakespeare and Vaclav Havel. It will continue so to do.

Thurs. Jan. 19, 2012: Even the Cat is Busy


Tessa

Thursday, January 19, 2012
Waning Moon
Still dark out

It’s supposed to be pretty stormy tonight into tomorrow, some snow, but not a lot. I’ll know what today’s weather is like in a bit when I leave for yoga.

Owner came to work on the wall yesterday. I got as much done as I could — a lecture on the writer’s need to remember he is a business person AND an artist, and that the two don’t cancel each other out, plus critiquing the latest 5 in 10 stories. With 32 in the class, and the lengths now in the just over 1K range, that’s 32K minimum for me to read, twice a week, which takes awhile.

Worked on my short stories. Not happy with the progress on either novel these past two weeks.

Went to a library one town over. Got out a book I need as research for the current assignment for Confidential Job #1, and some books that just looked interesting. Happens when I’m around books. On the sale shelf was an enormous, brand-new Monet book. The sign said $1 for sale shelf items, but I figured this book must have been left there by mistake. Nope. It was for sale and it was $1. I bought it. When I got home, the flap was still on — original price $75. Now THAT’s a sale! I’d love to do a collection of short stories inspired by his paintings of women by the sea or walking through gardens. There’s an optional assignment for the class next month to do a short story based on a painting — I’m going to use Hopper’s painting of a woman in a theatre lobby — but the plates in these books give me more ideas. I’d love to do a collection of short stories based on the work of each painter. A few years ago, a poet put out a volume of poems inspired by Hopper’s work. I’ve got it here somewhere — not unpacked yet.

I’ve got two sets of interview questions to get out for future guests on the book blog.

Last night was the Writers’ Night Out dinner. It was at a nice restaurant in Yarmouth. Sat with a memoirist I’d met at an earlier event, and met some new-to-me people who were very interesting, too. I like that the conversations at these events is always wide-ranging. So often at these types of events, conversation focuses on desperation of not being published (and that’s usually because the ones who want to be published aren’t actually using the butt glue and getting any writing done). Here, writers are writing, but they’re also doing all kinds of interesting things and can talk about them. The balance is better and the attitude is healthier.

The speaker was interesting, and I got to toss a few ideas around with him after the event. I also got to talk to my friend, who wants to get together for our next meeting on the theatre piece, and the Center’s director, who’s interested in having me speak at one of the breakfast meetings, which I think would be tons of fun.

When I came back, I discovered that Miss Tessa Houdini, the kitten, had not only found a way to get the dishwasher door open, she’d filled up the dishwasher. And not with dishes, but with pieces of paper and cat toys. Well, she sees me filling it up, so she figured she should “help out”. It was hilarious. The papers were in the slots for dishes and the cat toys were in the cutlery holders. She is extremely organized. And she was very, very proud of herself. The other two cats were running around howling. Typical evening, in other words. Tessa has Stuff To Do, while the other two act like the sky is falling.

Trouble getting up this morning — wanted to stay in bed. But I hauled myself out, and I’m trying to get a bit of writing done before I head to yoga. More work on the wall later this morning, must push through the student work, get further on Confidential Job #1’s assignment, get some paperwork filed, mail a signed copy of a book for a friend, and then, tonight, I’m attending a women’s health lecture.

Holiday Hocus Pocus will be a fun class. Even though it only runs a week, students will have a year’s worth of resources by the end of it, and notes that will serve them, probably, for the next five to ten.

I gave some students advice yesterday about “batch outlining” — outlining several projects in the space of a few days, and then working one’s way through, project by project. I think I might need to take some of my own advice. I’m a little derailed in my own schedule of the projects that need to get done and out this year, and I need to get back on track.

You know the drill: 1000 words a day, at least 5 days a week. Such is the life of a working writer. And most of the time, you damn well better be doing more than 1K/day, and it better be on more than one project, if you expect to keep a roof over your head.

To the page, and then to yoga.

Devon

Dec. 12: Local Acknowledgement & Adventures in Holiday Baking

Monday, December 12, 2011
Waning Moon
Uranus DIRECT (as of Saturday)
Jupiter Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Sunny and cold

It looks so pretty with the frost on the grass!

What a weekend!

The exciting news is that ASSUMPTION OF RIGHT was included in the CAPE COD TIMES’S column of “Books to keep you warm on Cold Cape Cod Nights”. I had no idea, and was thrilled to open the paper and see it. To be mentioned in the Sunday paper’s book section — with a cover photograph — I was thrilled!

Saturday morning was the holly walk — the first thing I did when I moved to the area last year, and still something I love to do. It was so much fun, and it’s fascinating to see how the Sanctuary evolved through the year. Got some holly boughs (yes, it’s part of the walk, I didn’t just take them) — will try to use some of the berries (well, the seeds in the berries) to start some hollies that are descended from these trees. They’d have special meaning.

Came back, baked 5 dozen tollhouse cookies. Tried the thumbprint recipe – which I’ve successfully used before — and it didn’t work. That’ll teach me. Instead of using my beloved Land O’Lakes butter, which I usually use for baking, I’d bought cheaper butter in bulk at Costco, knowing that I’d be doing hundreds of cookies this year. Well, the butter didn’t cream properly with the sugar. Didn’t matter the temperature, didn’t matter the type of utensil — wooden spoon, paddle attachment, regular mixer. I wound up with a streusel-like substance instead of creamed butter and sugar. It was fine with the tollhouse cookies, but the thumbprints couldn’t be imprinted — they simply shattered. Adding liquid just made them melt into puddles.

So the thumbprint cookies are not an option this year.

Prepped 5 dozen molasses spice cookies for the next day’s baking. The molasses took care of the streusel effect, and it was not a problem.

Sunday, after reading the papers, I baked the 5 dozen molasses spice. Perfection. I prepped the dough for the eggnog angels, the only rolled cookie I planned for this year. Again — streusel effect, even with the eggnog. I put the dough into the fridge to chill, hoping that would help. Then, I baked 3 dozen oatmeal raisin cookies (the replacement for the thumbprint) and 5 dozen banana-walnut-chocolate chip cookies. The oatmeal raisin cookies can be a little crumbly, and the mashed banana helped smooth out the butter.

When I tried to roll out the dough for the eggnog angels, no dice. You could roll it, but as soon as you used a cutter, they shattered. So I used the same method used for the molasses spice — rolled into balls, dusted with sugar, flattened with a glass dipped in sugar. It made a lot more than the cutouts would be, and they’re round instead of angels, but they taste good. Hopefully, the icing will still work on them. Without using the sugar to roll and flatten, they fell apart.

Okay, I’m convinced, Land O’Lakes forever more! 😉

Today, I have the mini-lemon bundt cakes and all the glazes/icing to do. Tomorrow, the platters are packed and go out the door. The rest of the packages also have to be wrapped and packed today, and go out the door tomorrow.

In the meantime, I had to spend time with students, read a friend’s manuscript, and then a client project came in for immediate turnaround. This is not the client’s usual MO, so, while there’s definitely the rush fee attached, I’m not refusing the job. I’m also working on my business plan for next year. I want to change a certain amount of things. This was the first year I had a chance to really see what it was like to work without the pressures of scumbag landlords and Broadway commute. What I learned from this year, I can apply moving forward, to shape my work like into what I want AND what meets the financial needs. In order to do that, I have to tweak some things and radically change others.

And then there was The Stroll. The Village Holiday Strolls are a HUGE deal on the Cape. Every village has on. If you live there, you damn well better get out there and STROLL, or you hear about it all year. I was too tired last year, having moved here a few weeks before, and I’m STILL getting flack about it! So I stopped everything, showered (dough in the hair is not a good look for me), dressed, and off we went.

Parking was a nightmare, because there isn’t any. They block off the streets that actually have parking lots, so you’re off trying to find a side street with no lights on and park on the edge of someone’s property. Everything dead-ends, but there’s no room to turn around, because the streets are narrow, filled with parked cars, and more cars are coming at you all the time, but there’s no exit. And everyone’s in dark colors, darting around the streets, so you’re worried you’re going to run someone over. Only the dogs have reflective collars on.

And there ARE dogs — tons of them. Which is very cute. The dogs stroll as seriously as the people. And they’re so well behaved, with all the chaos and the noise and the smells and the other dogs. They don’t even try to steal the hot dogs!

The historic houses and everything else are all decorated to the hilt, the streets are blocked off so people can wander, and tables are set up with hot chocolate and hot dogs and baked goods and all kinds of stuff. There are donation buckets set up — not quite sure for what. And teens running around with buckets asking for donations for the needy. I’m such a cynical Manhattanite that I assumed it was a scam, but I was told it’s actually true. It’s fun and festive, although there were too many teenagers who’d consumed too much sugar racing around, shrieking. But they weren’t doing any harm, and they were having fun. It’s not like they were wilding or anything. Teenage conversation here is so different than in Westchester, where all they did was whine about their parents not paying for enough. Here, they actually go out and do stuff and talk about what they’re doing and want to do, and make up actual adventures, and then go HAVE them. They’re much more aware of and engaged in the world, which is nice. I think they’re smarter, too — probably because their parents aren’t all over-medicated and aren’t over-medicating them.

It was lovely, but such hell getting in and out with the parking situation that I may just risk local wrath an NOT do it again next year! They could use the shopping center parking lots on Rt. 28 and then take those historic trolleys they’re so proud of and shuttle people back and forth. But they won’t change, because “this is the way it’s always been done.”

And then the microwave died. Billowed smoke, got very hot, smelled weird. Unplugged it, cooled it with ice, will have to get rid of it. No microwave popcorn for me for a bit! Well, I don’t use it that much anyway, so it’s not THAT big a deal, but, after the holidays, I’ll probably get a new one.

I’m behind where I’d like to be on the cards — I wanted to have them all out today — not happening. But I’ll get them out in the next few days. And then I have to worry about the party invitations! 😉

I’m doing a live chat tonight at 7 PM over at Savvy Authors, talking about short stories in general, and my 5 in 10 short story workshop that starts in January in particular.

This week, I also have the Writers’ Association Holiday Dinner and a yoga party. Busy, busy!

And I figure, if I’m lucky, I’ll finish decorating the house by Christmas Eve!

Back to the page, and onward.

Devon

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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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Saturday, September 24, 2011
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Rainy and warm

Spent time with my students yesterday, posting new exercises and giving whatever help and support to the newest member of the year-long class that I could to help her get set up. Three loads of laundry, a session trying to declutter the desk, too much admin work, cleaned another section of the kitchen (three sets of cabinets, a set of drawers, counter space. Kitchen’s looking better and better.

Heavy rain on and off all day yesterday and most of the night. We’re fine here, but where I used to live is under yet another flood watch.

Cooked the Cornish hens for the Equinox dinner, celebrated, then boiled down the bones to make stock.

Today, I have to spend a lot of time with my students, especially in the Dialogue class. I have to vacuum, do more desk declutter, and work on the next section of the kitchen. I’d like to curl up with a book, but any downtime is more likely spent with a chamomile compress over my eyes.

I have so many decorative boxes — I keep finding them when I unpack. Of course, now that I need one to put other people’s business cards in, I can’t find one! Isn’t that always the way? Will put them in a drawer in the Behemoth until I unpack some more and find one.

I have to start thinking in terms of the materials for the in-person class and the conferences I’m doing. I have the handouts ready to print, but I need to think in terms of business cards, bookmarks, etc., and get whatever needs to go out to the printer — out. Since I have several hundred copies of some the materials that need to be done double-sides, it might be more efficient in terms of time, money, and supplies, to just take it somewhere and get it done. I have to price things out this week.

Always something to do! Which is a good thing!

Devon

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Thursday, September 22, 2011

Thursday, September 22, 2011
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Rainy and warm

Late start today. Well, at 4 AM, the storm woke me and I ran around to close windows, but then, the cats and I all went back to bed, and I didn’t wake up until 7:30, when the cats threatened to have me for breakfast if I didn’t get up and get them their proper one!

It’s supposed to rain for the next seven days, until next Wednesday. Ark, anyone? At least I don’t have to mow!

Got my hair cut yesterday and feel much better. Amazing what a hair cut does for the morale!

Spent most of the day commenting on student work. Did some more work on my own stuff. Took an hour or so in the afternoon to sit on the deck while it was still sunny and do my work-related reading out there. Not that many days left when I can sit on the deck; I want to enjoy them!

Took a break in the late morning to start my fall cleaning. Yeah, I know, I’m a little late. Did the section to the left of the kitchen sink, over the microwave. Took everything out of all the cabinets, scrubbed out the inside of the cabinets, checked all the dishes, and, since I have cherry-toned wooden cabinets, polished the cabinets (inside and out) and polished the knobs. Scrubbed the counters, the dishwasher, and the microwave. Lots of baking soda, lemon, vinegar, wood polish, and green cleaner. Since everything was eco-friendly and pet-friendly, Tessa could “help.” It was detail-oriented and time-intensive, but worth it. What a pleasure to put the dishes away this morning!

Sure, I’d love to block out a day or a weekend and just do all the scrubbing from top to toe in the house, but I’m pulling 14+ hour days just with the classes, not to mention the rest of the work that has to get done so I can pay the bills. I have to break it down in manageable bits, and enjoy those bits when I accomplish them! The schedule will lighten up soon — I had a few cancellations in the schedule, but I have to find a way to make up the missing cash with quick-turnaround, good-paying, but not time-intensive stuff.

I wanted to wash the kitchen windows today, but it’s raining. So I guess the windows will have to wait.

Got news from my former residence that the tenants are still living in hotels after the flood/oil tank rupture, more than three weeks now. The scumbag landlords were ordered to pay for the hotel rooms and per diem — and have yet to pay anything. The tenants are going out of pocket so they have a roof over their heads. That is wrong on so many levels. Why aren’t the scumbag landlords getting arrested? Oh, right, because they’re paying off the city. I am SO glad to be out of there!

I was supposed to go dig up some material in files today for a project, but never got a confirmation, so I sent an email saying I assume the time and date won’t work, and offering possibilities for rescheduling.

I’m seriously thinking of setting a pillow on the desk behind the computer for Tessa to lounge on! She’s happy back there. She and my desktop gargoyle have made friends.

Onward and page-ward!

Devon

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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Cloudy and cool

Worked steadily all day and still couldn’t get it all done. That, and a series of setbacks which normally wouldn’t have been a big deal, but together were very discouraging, just shattered the morale. But it goes like that sometimes. We all have days were we feel like talentless failures, and yesterday was mine. You get through it, see what you can do better and differently moving forward, and then move forward. Staying mired in misery doesn’t solve anything. I allowed myself a fifteen minute pity party, and then it was time to get back to work.

The weather didn’t help, either. The downpours over the past days have pretty much guaranteed whatever’s trying to grow in the garden is rotting.

On the bright side, I baked two batches of banana-walnut-chocolate chunk cookies. And, I got to go to my colleague’s art opening in Hyannis. It was packed, people were having a great time, several of the studios were open, and it was a lovely night, in spite of the weather. It’s a good launch for him, and I’m pleased.

I’ve packed projects and most of my suitcase. I’m hoping we have yoga on the beach this morning, even with the wet and the chill — it’ll be my last chance to go for several weeks (adds to my general discouragement).

Have some last minute grocery shopping to do when I get back, a polish on a couple of articles that need to get out the door, and then I’m headed to the Marine Life Center to work on the Mermaid Ball and take some photos for my article. Then, I’ll be working tonight until it’s all done, and headed to a job tomorrow morning.

Devon

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Monday, August 15, 2011

Monday, August 15, 2011
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Rainy and cool

Friday was great. My friend came by about 11, and I got to show off the house, the yard, and the cats. Tessa was very friendly. We hung out and drank coffee on the deck, then headed into Hyannis. We had lunch at the Black Cat, down by the water. The food was good, the service was good, the valet for the car was cute! We walked up to the Gruyer Art Barn, to visit another Broadway colleague, who’s an artist in residence there, and has a show opening on Monday. It was fun — we’re used to being together in a completely different situation in New York, and here we are, on the Cape, doing our own things, and yet finding each other again.

Busy weekend. On the road by 6:30 in the morning on Saturday, headed to CT. Light traffic going south; heavy traffic going north. I made the drive in THREE AND A HALF HOURS, which I’ve never done before (it’s usually 4 1/2). I was just singing along to the radio and working out plot points.

Client from Hell called while I was on the road. I don’t talk and drive (since it’s illegal as well as stupid), so I let it go into voice mail. There was a request to return the call before Monday, she had some questions. I called back before noon, went into voice mail. Left a message. Nothing all weekend. Here we go again — we’ve had this conversation. Client: “You have to keep trying until you reach me.” Me: “No, I don’t. I return the call. It’s your responsibility to check your messages.” I can’t wait to wrap up this assignment and be done.

Went to Costco, did some work roughing out the article due this week, read a bit. Was absolutely exhausted, physically and mentally. Went to bed early.

Was awakened way too early Sunday morning because one of the CO detectors needed a new battery and did the little battery-change-chirp. I don’t know where they keep batteries, so I took the batteries out and left a note.

It was pounding down with torrential rain. I got about five hours of writing time in, which was good, typing up some stuff I’d been working on in longhand and moving forward. I can print it all out today, which will be good, but I can’t work on this particular project again until the end of the week, because I have two articles due before I start the site job.

Finally, about 3 PM, we decided to make a break for it, in a window of slightly lessened downpour. In spite of heavy traffic and awful weather, we made good time driving back to the Cape. We stopped at the Beehive Tavern for dinner — fabulous. Got home a little after 8. The cats were happy to see us and hadn’t killed each other, so I think, when we’re not around, they just ignore each other. We unpacked and got re-settled. Ran the kitten, so she could work off some energy and we could get some sleep.

To bed early, up early. No yoga on the beach this morning, due to rain. I have two articles to work on today, stuff to do for the Mermaid Ball, get some grocery shopping done for the site job, get to the library for some books I need to take with me, pack, and then, tonight, I’m going to the reception for my colleague’s art opening.

So I better get going!

Devon


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Monday, April 11, 2011


Violet and Iris at the kitchen door

Monday, April 11, 2011
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Rainy and cool

I spent 16 hours doing my taxes on Saturday. I was ready to kill myself. The Federal weren’t that bad — eight additional schedules, but it all made sense. The NY State — they’re just out to screw people, that’s all. And I’m clueless what to do about MA — had to contact them again. They’re pretty good about getting back to me.

So I didn’t get out into the sunshine AT ALL. Very depressing. And I’m still not done. No, it wouldn’t help to hire someone to do it — I’ve yet to meet a tax preparer who didn’t screw it up so royally it took me years to sort things out with the IRS. Preparers work in offices — they are incapable of understanding how it works for people who don’t.

Caught up on the workshop on Saturday. Did some more edits. Edited on Sunday. The edits are coming along well — my editor is awesome — but they’re slower than I’d like. Instead of dumbing down the manuscript, as I’ve had editors do with my work in the past, this editor has encouraged me to take it farther, to make REAL edits, not just copyedits, change and deepen and make it a better book.

Sunday was a lovely day. I got out early to get the papers, and I put out the table and chairs on the porch, topping the table with the lantern I bought in Old Saybrook a few weeks ago.

I worked on the edits some more, commented on student work, and then, after lunch, we got in the car and drove towards Falmouth, in search of Mercury Retrograde bargains. We found one: a beautiful bench that compliments the table and chairs for the porch — well made, in our budget, and it fit in the car as though it had been custom built for us to transport.

Of course, that called for some rearranging of the furniture, so we did. We now have enough seating so we don’t have to panic this summer. I’ve got some other folding chairs we can use, if we need to. And now, we can look for the arm chairs and/or rocker we REALLY want, and not buy something just because we need another piece of furniture.

In other words, now I can relax!

I did some more work on the workshop last night. Teaching on an email loop is very frustrating, and I don’t think I’ll agree to do it again. I think it works for a lecture with questions and answers, but not for a writing-intensive workshop — the yahoo coding messes with the formatting, there are delays in me getting the materials, I don’t get them when I can work on them, so it gets pushed back even further, and it takes me double the time to read and comment than it should, because it’s difficult to read, AND I have about three times as much admin time attached. Whereas most of the time, teaching invigorates me, doing it on the loop drains me. What I’m paid for the class doesn’t balance the additional frustration. The students are trying, there’s some good work happening, but it’s awfully hard to get to it through the problems caused by the loop. If I diluted the class to fit the formatting problems, the students wouldn’t get anything out of it.

On a happier note, the negotiations for me to teach live at a writers’ conference this fall are going well.

The mainland is supposed to get up to 80 today, but we have 50 and rainy. The ground needs the rain, I need to finish my edits, so it’s fine. I have to return a plant stand that has a broken wheel (I should have seen it when I bought it and didn’t — don’t know if they’ll let me switch it out), return a library book, and get some buckets so I can start digging the extra sand out of the vegetable beds and add in more soil. My neighbor, who’s a wonderful gardner, is out every day; he’s put in his lettuce, but it’s too cold, and it’s struggling, poor thing.

Back to my edits.

Devon

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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Cloudy and mild

I’d hoped the weather would be good enough to wander around Ashumet Holly Sanctuary today, but it doesn’t look like it will be any good again until about Monday.

Progress on the play, which is good, spent time on students’ work, also good, and working with my partner on material for the tele-seminar. Lots of errands, got them all done at once (saves gas), and then, when I came back, I had one of those bolt-of-lightening epiphanies on MODERN CREATION MYTHS. I put it aside a few months ago when I’d hit a crossroads and wasn’t sure in which direction to take it, and then was distracted by contracted, paying work.

Suddenly, doing something that has nothing to do with the project, a scene started unspooling in front of me, between my protagonist and someone I thought was a minor character. It adds an important dimension to the piece as a whole, and, especially, the dynamics between the characters within it. I sat down and wrote the piece (as an insert) — it runs about four script pages. And then, as I kept thinking about the piece, I realized the reason I got stuck was that I missed a whole plot and character element that’s important, again, to the growth of the protagonist and the dynamics within the piece. I’m developing that, and will add in that aspect, and I’m developing more dynamics between the antagonist factions –one faction is well-developed and as strong and interesting as my ensemble of protagonists — I have to bring the second faction up to par. They’re a little two dimensional right now.

Again, I”m missing notes that I packed in the move, but I think I have a pretty clear grasp of where I want to go with it again. I started this draft in script format, because it was coming out in dialogue and images, and will continue, then adapt it back into novel form.

In other words, working with my students to unstick their work is positively influencing my own!

I have a lot to get done today, so I better get to it. I can feel both the play and MCM percolating and getting ready to migrate to the page, and, when it’s time, I will need to put everything temporarily aside and write myself out on them. At the same time, I can’t drop any of the balls I have swirling in the air — I just have to toss them higher, and grab more writing minutes before they return.

Devon

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Hot, humid, rainy

This weather is disgusting. We’ve gotten a bit of much-needed rain, but the oppressive humidity continues. The weather folk keep talking about a cold front, but I think it went somewhere else — or maybe they’ve got the weather confused with their central air!

Okay, so the first 400 words on THE SPIRIT REPOSITORY nearly killed me, but then I got into the grove and wrote just over 2400 instead of 1500, the entire first chapter. Woo-hoo! I think I’ve got it now. We got heroes, we got villains, we got ghosts, we got cats, we got early NYC history when it was New Amsterdam. Good stuff. My villain is so engaging I (almost) regret the fact he’s the villain. Annabel, you did good, girl!

My joy was short-lived, however, because the “workmen” the landlord hired to harass the long-term tenants were again hanging outside my window making life hell. There are 120 apartments in this building. You can’t tell me that the ONLY apartments that need “masonry” work (read “unskilled drilling” in this case) just HAPPEN to be those of the tenants that the landlord wants out. This is now the third consecutive week in front of our windows, and using our fire escape as their personal stairwell.

I still got ten queries out, but it was HELL. I can’t turn up the radio or the iPod up loud enough to block them out. And I shouldn’t have to keep the windows shut for weeks on end in 90 degree weather.

The Buildings Department just sticks their fingers in their ears and sings, “La, la, la” even though it’s a clear violation of the city code. Because they’re being paid off.

Didn’t spend enough time with the neighbor’s cat. Didn’t spend enough time on my lectures. My foot hurt, my hip hurt, it was humid, the “workmen” were hateful –icky day all around, except for two great writing sessions, of which I tried to hang on to some of the glow. Nearly 4K is a decent day’s work in my book.

Today, I had to get up super-early, because I have to be out the door by 10 AM, and 3000 words have to hit the page before then, on the two different projects. There’s apartment maintenance to deal with, stuff to purge in storage, and other projects that need to get done. I also have to pack, because I’m on a site gig for the next two days in CT. Fortunately, it’s close enough so I can come home a couple of times a day to give Elsa her medicine and look after the neighbor’s cat.

I had a great first session on the Willowspring Grove novel, 1750 words instead of 1500. I was worried I couldn’t move between its world and that of SPIRIT REPOSITORY, since part of Willowspring and all of SPIRIT are set in contemporary Manhattan. But they are two different genres, two different pseudonyms, and two very different Manhattans, so it’s working out. The Willowspring Grove novel is far more complex than I originally envisioned. I thought these would be straight up mysteries with some paranormal touches, but they’re more coming-of-emotional-age stories with a hint of paranormal mystery.

Off to do my next 1500 words/day’s quota on SPIRIT REPOSITORY and get out the door on time. i didn’t sleep well, so I’m feeling disoriented.

Don’t have the pottery photos, either, sorry. It will probably be next week before I get them up.

Devon

Willowspring Grove Novel #1 (first draft, handwrittern): 27,250 words out of est. 100,000 (27.25%)

The Spirit Repository (first draft): 2,459 words out of est. 90,000 (2.73%)

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