Tues. Aug. 11, 2020: Die for Tourist Dollars Day 83 — Heatwave, Covidiots, Phase 3 Pause

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Tuesday, August 11, 2020
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Hot, humid, heat wave

I really like this image I used on Friday, so I’m using it again.

It was an up-and-down weekend for me. I didn’t feel well at all during the course of it. The thunderstorms we needed desperately and were promised never showed up.

I did a Target run early on Friday to get the pens and notebooks I needed. People were masked, and I was in and out in just a few minutes. Disinfectant protocols, then a quick curbside pickup at the library.

It was so hot, I had trouble concentrating. I gave myself the time off from working and read. I read THE DIVA RUNS OUT OF THYME by Krista Davis, and really liked it. It made me laugh, more than once, for the right reasons.

I read another mystery by another author. I’d read a book from one of her other series and had mixed feelings about it. Had even more mixed feelings about this one – especially since she misused “witch” in an insulting way. Normally, I’d just cross her off the list, but she’s friends with some acquaintances of mine. I will read one more book by her and then decide. That choice of language usage is a slur and shouldn’t be used any more AND it’s a sloppy language choice.

Reading volume IV of the Paris Review Interviews. Even when I disagree with the writers (especially the white male ones), I wind up learning something.

Read Robert Caro’s WORKING, where he talks about his process of writing his books about Robert Moses and Lyndon B. Johnson. Reading about his research into Moses made me loathe the man even more than I already do. Yes, he was a visionary with parks and road and bridges – but he destroyed a lot of people’s lives, and he didn’t give a damn. Which sounds far too familiar in these days. If someone was rich enough to buy him off, he modified his vision. But if one couldn’t afford to buy him off, he thought they deserved to have their lives destroyed. I’m so glad he didn’t get to put in the bridge between Rye and Oyster Bay. I grew up in Rye while that was being floated around. It would have ruined my hometown.

Did an early morning run on Saturday to Star Market. They are eliminating the position of the door person making sure there aren’t too many people in the store and that people are wearing masks. Which means I have to time my shopping as early as possible, and, when the customers stop masking properly, stop shopping there. Which is a shame, because it’s the only place I can get the white cranberry/peach juice.

The fucktwits are still setting off illegal fireworks in the street every day. But heaven forbid the Town of Barnstable do anything for its residents. Because it doesn’t care about them. With everything as dry as it is, this is a disaster in the making.

Did laundry, changed the beds, cleaned the house. Typical routine.

Sunday was all about organizing the files I’d kept from the boxes I purged. I also cleaned out four file cabinet drawers. Everything I’m keeping is being sorted and organized into five boxes: one for files from the 1900s; another from 2000-2009. The next box only fits the first half of the decade we’ve been here – 2010 – 2014. I had to get another box for 2015-2019. The fifth box is for project manuscripts. I’m thinking of pulling out all the contract files and putting them into a separate plastic file with a lid and a handle.

It was overwhelming. I worked all day and it felt like I got nothing done, because I didn’t go down and clean out any more boxes. I was just dealing with stuff I’d already brought upstairs. I don’t get how people can clean out their attic or basement in a single day.

It was hot and humid and I felt like crap. Yes, there were tears. More than once.

The dumbass neighbors – more than one of them – all had heavy machinery going ALL FUCKING WEEKEND. We couldn’t have the windows open – without air conditioning and in the heat – because there was so much dust flying around we were choking on it.

Again, Town of Barnstable doesn’t give a flying fuck about its residents. There’s no reason that heavy machinery/construction should be allowed 7 days a week from a little after 7 in the morning until whenever they feel like finishing (often 9 or 10 at night). They don’t do anything about illegal fireworks; they refuse to enforce the noise ordinances; they’re not enforcing the state requirement for masks (most of their own workers don’t wear them when they’re out and about, and they’re sure as hell not distancing), they’re not doing anything to enforce quarantine.

The Town of Barnstable is fucking useless.

So it was a disheartening, frustrating weekend.

On a happier note, I fit into a pair of Gloria Vanderbilt Capris on Monday that I haven’t been able to wear for a few years. So there’s that.

Was onsite for a client for a few hours on Monday. I was by myself in the office, so it was all good. Got a bunch done. Did a curbside pickup at the library on my way home. Read in the afternoon. I have another book assigned to review, so I’m looking forward to that.

Sent out a couple of LOIs.

Today, I was out watering by 5 AM. Took me nearly an hour to water the front. No rain in sight. The back took only 20 minutes, because I’d watered it last night.

I have some client work to do this morning, then more LOIs, and work on an article that’s due in September, but I’d like to get out early.

In the mornings, I’ve been noodling on the new idea, trying a very different way of working, just to see if I can shake up the process.

I’m hoping some of that will transfer to getting back on track with BARD’S LAMENT.

But, honestly, I’m feeling overwhelmed and hopeless right now. While I appreciate all the suggestions for “self-care” – at this point, they’re psychobabble for me. Also, I CAN’T “take a walk” anywhere around here, because the fucking tourists WON’T WEAR A MASK OR SOCIAL DISTIANCE and it’s not “self-care” to put my life in danger.

We’re supposedly on pause for Phase 3 of the reopening, and the governor is talking about rolling back some things, which is necessary. But no one is paying any attention because there’s zero enforcement and zero consequences — except people who ARE trying to do the right thing are getting spat on (literally, often) by Covidiots and dying.

“Taking a walk” won’t help. Fucking locking down the country, enforcing masking regulations, and UBI will help.

I’m sick of the Democrats not getting it done. Republicans rammed their agenda through no matter if they were the majority or not. So the Dems need to start getting ruthless. Our lives are on the line. Get it fucking done.

I’m sick of it all. I’m tired of the stupid and the selfish ALWAYS getting away with EVERYTHING, especially when it hurts everyone else. Without consequence.

Thurs. Dec. 5, 2013: Workday

Thursday, December 5, 2013
Waning Moon
Jupiter Retrograde
Gray and cold

Worked flat out yesterday, pitches, with students, admin stuff, writing. Mid-afternoon, I set up “ornament hospital” to repair some ornaments, and we did some more decorating. It’s coming together.

At a conference today — taking the laptop, so I can hop on and off line as needed.

Very tired, physically and mentally.

Devon

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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Last Day of Full Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Cloudy and cold

Lara, the “full moon” technically has three days — I usually list it as full on the middle day.

Colin, there are several books I keep reading over and over. I go back to Shakespeare at various times throughout the year — different plays for different moods. You can learn something new every time you read him. There’s a reason we’re still doing his plays after all these years! I also re-read some of my writing books, such as A BOOK OF THEIR OWN by Thomas Mallon or Elizabeth Berg’s ESCAPING INTO THE OPEN, or Natalie Goldberg’s THUNDER AND LIGHTENING or Elizabeth George’s WRITE AWAY. I do that when I get tired and need to refuel.

As far as fiction, I used to re-read AS Byatt’s POSSESSION at least once a year — it’s one of the most brilliantly structured and voiced books I’ve ever read. I enjoy it as a reader, but I learn from it as a writer. I haven’t re-read it for several years, but plan to go back to it this month. I re-read classics frequently — Jane Austen, Thackeray, Dickens, Emerson, Thoreau, Alcott, etc., because I always learn something new. Believe it or not, I learn a lot from re-reading Agatha Christie, Dashiell Hammett (a must if you want to write noir), and the classic mystery authors. As far as more contemporary authors, I re-read Terry Pratchett, Yasmine Galenorn, Archer Mayor, Ian Rankin, and Donna Leon frequently. There are also diaries and biographies I re-read, both for pleasure and research, which include Virginia Woolf, Samuel Pepys, Louisa May Alcott, etc.

Work was fine yesterday. Dashed back home to check on the cats and do some business from the home office that I can’t do here; dashed back. Didn’t get much of my own writing done, which is fine, because today I can make up for it. Today, I feel like I’m coming out of the fog a bit, and can actually focus.

I miss my students, but I came across some interesting possibilities here in CT for in-person workshops, so, when I get back home for a single day towards the end of the week, I will pull together some proposals and send them off.

One of the things I most respected about this batch of students was their willingness to try anything. It’s easier in a smaller group. In a large group, you’ve always got a few who are more voyeurs than doers. That disturbs the energy of the group and holds everyone back. This group really rolled up their sleeves and got down to work.

I also realized something about my own work over the past few weeks. I’m going to take a hiatus from writing “challenges”, be it Nano or the more informal challenges that spring up all over the place. Don’t get me wrong — I think they’re great. However, I have a full slate of projects — fiction, plays, short work, etc. — in various states of preparation that need what they need, not to be morphed into something that fits a challenge. It’s just a different point of my process, and I’m finding the structure of even the loosest challenge frustrating at this point in time.

Okay — back to the page. I’ve got several projects clamoring for attention today, and I’m actually ready for the challenge.

I even had a really GREAT night of sleep, and wonderful yoga sessions last night and this morning.

To the page!

Devon

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