Thursday, October 27, 2011


Violet
Room in the basket

Iris
No room in the basket

Thursday, October 27, 2011
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
When this posts, it’ll still be dark out!

I’m scheduling this to post early, because I’m up at 5-ish to work on the harpy book before I head off to yoga and then head back home to get my mom to her eye doctor appointment and then circle back to work with my students and . . .you get the idea.

In addition to student work, I busted my ass the past two days getting the garden settled and the plants settled in the house. Looks like a fricking greenhouse in here! Some of them will die back soon (I’ve got grow lights on the tomatoes, because I am NOT losing more than a dozen tomatoes. Even though the guy at the hardware store told me I could only get a grow light bulb from a “young friend growing marijuana” I found one at a garden center. Besides, my eggplants and strawberries think it’s June). Some of them are still outside — for instance, the lilac needs a nip of frost to know it’s time to sleep. The hollies stay out all winter. I’m hoping to keep the herbs alive inside, because now I’m spoiled and like fresh herbs when I cook.

Yup, took two damn days.

Last night was totally fun — a dinner with the Cape Cod Writers’ Association. Met great people, including a local columnist whose work I read, the owner of a local boosktore, a mystery writer, and a woman just starting out who was actually open to opinions and possibilities, instead of thinking she had all the answers! I met a bunch of other people, too, and caught up with some old pals, and will be part of a table at a book fair in Plymouth in December (where I hope to sell more books). So it’s all good. I was tired, but happy when I got home. The kitten was delighted to see me and danced around my ankles.

Speaking of delight, yesterday’s Midnight Enchantments essay is about a first reading of Tim Powers’s LAST CALL and today’s deals with Jeri Ready-Smith’s unique series about vampire deejays. I hope you’ll check them out.

It’s supposed to snow in Western Mass today, and maybe other areas this weekend. Hmm, guess I should have mowed the lawn this week, too!

Oh, well, all I can do is the best I can do.

And the writing MUST come first! I’m a third of the way through the new book, and don’t want to lose momentum.

Devon

Monday, August 1, 2011


Both cats

Monday, August 1, 2011
Waxing Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Cloudy and humid
Lammas

Lammas, the first harvest and an important day in my personal calendar. I’m looking forward to a good and sacred day.

It was a busy weekend. On Sunday, I had to drive my mom to CT. What should have been a simple, four and a half hour drive took seven hours. due to traffic. We finally pulled off to eat and visit the Book Barn in Niantic, where we found a few things, one of which was an arc of Jane Smiley’s THIRTEEN WAYS TO LOOK AT A NOVEL. Outstanding book on the history of the novel, and on writing and editing. I found some good passages to share with my students.

Arrived in CT, hadn’t even unpacked, and there was a major storm with a power outage. Go figure!

To bed early, up early on Saturday to head back. Smooth sailing until Bourne. From Bourne to the Sagamore Bridge, which is about six miles, it took two hours because of the traffic. I was NOT a happy camper. And there was no reason for it, except people were being stupid. If everyone kept moving and was considerate, we would have all gotten where we needed to go on time. On top of that, some dickheads were using rest areas and lookouts to simply drive through and skip a few cars. You think you’re that important? Bite me, I’m not letting you cut in front of me! Rt. 6 was packed in both directions, so I nipped off as soon as I got over the bridge and took 6A home instead. Much better.

I don’t want to hear any crap from local businesses that they aren’t doing well. When there’s a 22 mile backup in both directions to get over the bridge, people are coming to the Cape. It’s on the vendor to make the sales. The people are definitely here.

Exhausted when I got home. Unpacked, dealt with the cats (who were not amused), opened the windows, and took a nap. Woke up, finished Jim Butcher’s FOOL MOON, which was interesting, and wound up my two classes.

Watched THE TOURIST, which wasn’t quite as bad as the reviews claimed. The Venice setting was worth it. The dialogue could have been better — with those two actors, some witty exchanges would have made it worthwhile, instead of just taking a pause and looking at each other between each sentence. And I figured out the twist about ten minutes into it (although Rufus Sewell’s cameo was fun).

Up early on Sunday, worked in the garden, and then to Osterville for the meditation walk, which was wonderful. Truly a joyful morning. Some of us are going to meet next week to continue.

Got the papers, came home, and relaxed on the deck. It was a gorgeous morning. Lovely to be out. I got the fall catalog for the local place where I interviewed to teach in person and I’m in it, so I guess I passed The Man’s background check. I wish they’d actually confirmed it all. But it’s a month of Wednesday nights in October, which should be fun. I returned books to the library in Sandwich, and stopped by both the Sandwich Herb Shoppe and Lavender Moon for a couple of treats.

Read Jeri Ready-Smith’s WICKED GAME in the afternoon — clever urban fantasy. I liked it a lot.

Did some editing in the evening, watched a little TV. Did an interview for the book. Up early today and decided to go to yoga, although I don’t usually go on Mondays. But what better way to treat myself on this special day than attending a special class?

Then, it’s back to my desk — I have a lot of serious work that needs to get done today. I got behind last week, juggling all the classes. I’ve got an edit to finish, a review to write, lots of work for the Mermaid Ball.

But now — to yoga.

Devon


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