Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Snowing
It’s snowing. Again. ‘Nuff said.
My article “Making the Leap: The Transition into Full Time Writing” is on WOW- Women on Writing, here. I’ve got some great experts weighing in on how to make the leap. I”m very grateful to them for taking the time to share their expertise (and am getting thank yous and links out to them).
Yesterday morning was spent in a flurry, getting blurbs for the deconstruction workshops out for fall (WATCHMEN the movie, HOGFATHER the novel, the Anita Blake Series, and the Harry Potter series both books and films), and setting dates for workshops as far as April of 2012 — an Advanced version of the Dialogue workshop in the fall, 5-in-10 from January through March, Sensory Perceptions in March, and One Story Many Voices in April. This is all 2012, mind you. I may be picking up another deconstruction workshop this May, along with teaching the Setting as Character Workshop. So dates, contracts, and the like all had to be sorted.
Everything I had for March 2011 is now cancelled, so I have to replace it.
Got the write up done for Confidential Job #1, out the door, and invoiced. Got out some correspondence. Started prepping interview questions for something that might or might not happen, but at least I’ll have the questions.
I’m trying to come up with a fun and unique “bonus” something-something for each of the deconstruction workshops. It’s not going to be advertised ahead of time; it will be different for each workshop; but I want to give the participants something unique. I figured out what I’d like it to be for one of them, and have started putting it into motion (it still might not happen), but now I need to figure out what to do with the others.
Some calls for submission crossed my desk. I matched one to something I had queued up to go out — in fact, they’ve published me before and indicated they wanted more work from me. Another, I haven’t found the right match — they seem more obsessed with word count than content, but that’s probably for the pages they have to fill. The third, I tossed. Not only do they pay a pittance, they expect me to reformat the piece in a way that isn’t useful to me in any other venue. In other words, the publisher – -whose job it is to put the magazine into production — expects the writer to do production work, but without pay. Sorry. I do my job. I’m not doing yours as well. NEXT.
It was a full ten and a half hours at the desk, flat out, still not getting everything done that I needed to. But it was a good day’s work, and I’m making progress.
Today: talk to HealthConnect about getting my own insurance sorted out before the cut-off; work on the essay; work on the short story; work on the book; write another review; mess around with matching the backlog of short stories to potential markets; get the link to my experts for the article, do the PDF of the article, etc.
Pancakes first, and then back to the page. At some point, I need to get to the post office to mail some bills, buy coffee (ack, I’m nearly out), and pack.
Devon