Thurs. Oct. 21, 2021: Meandering

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Thursday, October 21, 2021

Last Day of Full Moon

Neptune, Chiron, Uranus Retrograde

Cloudy/sunny and warm

There’s a post about the garden and the seasonal changes over on Gratitude and Growth. Since my definition of “garden” has had to change since I moved from a third of an acre to a porch and balcony, it focuses on the surrounding area as I learn It, as much as my actual plants.

Yesterday was rather a lost day, in some respects. I did a good bit, but not on the deadlined work, which means I have to make up for it today. I will have fallen short of my week’s goal, financially, but my brain needs to break.

I didn’t get a chance to type up the notes for CAST IRON MURDER (the ones I’d written in the laundromat). I doubt I will have the chance so to do today, but maybe tomorrow or Saturday, depending on how I fare with the script coverage in the next couple of days.

I did the soul journey exercises in the morning, then headed off to the public library to pick up the books that had come in. It was a lovely day, and there wasn’t too large a stack, so I walked there and back, enjoying the day and the architecture. Had a conversation with someone who lives in one of the houses I like. People here are open to conversation, which is nice. As the ultimate introvert, if I can have all kinds of conversations with random people in passing, it says something about the overall friendliness of the area.

One of the books that came in was the biography of Edith Wharton by Hermione Lee. I own a copy of it, but it’s in storage, and I wanted to fact check something from a conversation I’d had with a Twitter pal a few days back. But I got immersed in re-reading it, so I guess it will take a few days to find the information!

It also makes me want to re-read some of the stories Wharton and Henry James wrote, that mirror each other’s themes.

Wharton and James might turn out to be my Winter Authors. Meaning I’d re-read all their work in order. Of course I own most of it, but, you guessed it, it’s down in storage. So I’ll have to get from the library what I don’t have with me. Fortunately, the college library across the street has a massive literature section. Although I still haven’t figured out how it’s organized.

I’m also reading a mystery by Elizabeth Flynn called GAME, SET, AND MURDER, set at Wimbledon, which I really enjoy. I want to read more of her books.

My friend Arlene Kay just signed a contract with Level Best Books for a new series. I’m so excited for her, and I can’t wait to read it.

I was in the beginning of Remote Chat, which was fun, then switched over to the live soul journey session.

Today’s work was Shadow Work, with which I’m familiar, and more comfortable than a lot of people. I like using the shadow side as a catalyst, rather than an obstacle or an excuse. What was interesting in this work was it was about the shadow aspects of the moon sign, which was new to me. It was very interesting, and I had a few moments of “yup, I do this, and here’s how I can break this pattern or use it in a more positive way.” So that was useful. (I have a Taurus moon sign, although my sun sign is Pisces).

The discussion of the shadow side of Capricorn moon hit home, too. I do some of that (and it’s definitely a detriment). So now I need to dig up my birth chart (which I know I have around here. . .somewhere) and see where Capricorn sits. So that I can turn that obstacle into a positive catalyst, too. Because the beauty of astrology is that it’s a puzzle, and the bits fit together. Understanding the influences helps understands why one reacts to something in a specific way. If it’s a way that causes harm, or creates a negative pattern, one now has the information to make necessary changes and not stay stuck. It’s all information, but if it’s not used for active choices, then it’s meaningless and yes, just more noise.

As long as I ignore the yammering of the energy vampires, I can get something out of the class.

With a view toward how I want to set up my future, I feel as though I’ve lived the noisy part of my life, and now want to live much more quietly. I still want to travel. Once it’s safe. I still have to keep somewhat publicly connected, in order to market/sell books. But I don’t want to get caught up in the cycle of forced extroversion that I was in for the past decade. And I had my years living in NYC, where I was out and about all the time. I don’t feel like I missed anything. I can be quiet now. Time for others to take up the fights.

That doesn’t mean I’ll let injustice, et al, go when I witness or experience it. I’ll still call an asshole an asshole when it’s warranted. But I can do the work differently.

Roasted a chicken for dinner, with sweet potatoes and spinach. Wrapped up the bones and stuck them in the fridge, so I’ll make stock today. I also have to make ratatouille, because I bought the vegetables the other day, and I don’t want them to go bad.

Got a script coverage done, and a good start on a second one, which has to go out today. I have four scripts to read today, two of which coverages I’d like to get out, although I’ll probably only get out one.

If the weather is as nice as predicted today, I hope to get up to the lake for an hour or so, in the afternoon.

Class yesterday gave me additional ideas for a piece on which I’d taken a few notes a few weeks back, and then put aside, because I wasn’t sure where it was going. I also have a short story, a ghost story, clunking around in my head, inspired by one of the few annoying college students in the neighborhood.

Meditation this morning, then the homework for class, then back to work on the script coverages until the live session. More books came in to the public library for me, but I’ll probably wait and get them tomorrow.

Have a good one.

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Thurs. Sept. 26, 2019: Working To Regain Equilibrium

Thursday, Sept. 26, 2019
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny moving to rain

It’s been a tough week, and I hope the next few days will even everything out.

Hop on over to Gratitude and Growth to find out the latest about the garden.

Not enough writing done, although I’m happy with the quality of what I wrote. Client challenges, not bad, just stuff that had to be dealt with. Too much stupidity and nastiness on social media. I am a big fan of the block button. I am not required to keep toxic people in my life or on my feed. My time and energy is better spent on other types of engagement.

Although, as always, the Remote Chat was terrific. What a great group of people.

I read A BETTER MAN by Louise Penny. As always, I love Jean-Guy, I love Three Pines, the third person omniscient point of view doesn’t always work for me. Although she does it better than almost any author I can think of, and when writers want to study third person omniscient POV that works, I suggest this series.

I’m reading THE ENCHANTMENT EMPORIUM by Tanya Huff. I’m pretty sure I’ve read it before. It feels familiar. Really enjoying it, whether it’s a read or a re-read!

Trying to wrestle the climactic scene and the respite scene of the radio play into submission, so I can do a final polish and send it off. Trying to wrestle the edits for GRAVE REACH into submission.

I have a noon meeting with a potential new client. I like the company, but it will be about if what I’m good at is what they need, and we’re compatible. If that’s the case, then there are location logistics to work out.

We are still all grieving Lucy’s loss. We have not found another rescue to bring in yet. The policy of shelters around here of rescues having to be only pets in the household is simply unrealistic (especially for our household) and completely ignores our decades’ long history of successful rescue adoption and integration. It’s frustrating. And it is not, in every case, in the best interest of the animals. Meanwhile, Tessa gets more and more depressed BECAUSE she’s the only cat in the household at the moment.

I have to trust that the right cat will enter at the right time. It’s always been that way.

And now, I have to get back to the page.

 

Wed. Aug. 28, 2019: Jury Duty

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Wednesday, Aug. 28, 2019
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde

Jury duty starts today. Should be interesting.

If I’m tied up for the rest of the week and can’t post, have a lovely Labor Day weekend, and I’ll catch you on the other side next week!

Onsite with the client was fine. Then I had to race home for a meeting at the worst time possible for me during the day. More on that to follow.

It is what it is. It was their insistence that the meeting had to happen this week.

Early in the morning, I had to prep some food. A friend is passing through while I’ll be at court, and I want to make sure she can have something to eat when she stops by, even if I’m not there.

Yesterday sucked as a writing day, but I figured out how to start the play about Canaletto’s Sisters. I’ve got the opening scene mapped out in my head. It’ll be awhile before it gets on the page.

I definitely need a long weekend!

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Fri. June 7, 2019: Trying to Get Back on Track

Friday, June 7, 2019
Waxing Moon
Jupiter Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant

It’s June, and I just switched from flannel sheets to cotton ones. That’s how cold it’s been around here.

I was up early yesterday morning. Got a bit of writing done, then headed out at 8:30 for a 9 AM meeting with a local client. It went well; after the meeting, I got the first of my part of it done; I have a press release to finish today and get off to them, and then a Skype meeting with another potential client in the afternoon.

Took my mother to her medical appointment. It went reasonably well, but there’s still care to be done on the leg. Ran some errands on the way home, and then, using some new garden equipment, did some yard work. Tackled the rest of the front bed, and cleaned out a lot of the Sleeping Beauty look on the side, and pruned the pretty blooming tree. I decided to hire in someone to mow, but so far, the companies are nasty and sexist and condescending. Why would I pay money to someone who treats me like that? I wish I could find something like Rent-A-Husband, or a woman-run business.

Went to bed ridiculously early last night and finally slept through the night. I’m suffering from severe stress & exhaustion from the events of the past few months, and it’s taking its toll. If I don’t take care of it now, my health will break down indefinitely.

Errands this morning, client work out, prepping for a meeting, and then more yard work. Because there’s always more damn yard work. I’m trying to get the damn weed whacker fixed, so I can actually use it to whack weeds. It works for about two minutes, and then needs adjustment again. I’m so sick of nothing damn working.

I want my weekend to be about writing, especially about GRAVE REACH, but there will, no doubt, be lots of yard work, too.

The Bloomberg article the other day about it being a “myth” that most people can’t afford an unexpected expense was so condescending and removed from reality I wanted to vomit. I expect no less from them — they are, after all, a business publication, and dedicated to screwing the workers while applauding useless executives who profit from those who actually do the work.

I want some time off, with no pressure and no demands on me. I am desperate for it.

Don’t see that happening any time soon.

But I am always happy to go back to the page.

And tomorrow, I’m going to my local library’s big fundraiser (not the library where I used to work, but the library where I spend part of my day three to four times a week). I’m looking forward to it. I use the library so often; I want to support them.

Have a great weekend!

 

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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and cold

37 degrees F this morning. And no heat. Yeah, it’s illegal, but they don’t give a damn.

I have a piece over on Sole Struck Fashions about shoes in Prague.

I had to scold a few students, reminding them they don’t get to choose which elements of the exercise they use in their work — they have to integrate ALL of them. And they wonder why editors send them back material for not following guidelines — if you don’t learn how to read and follow guidelines, you’re not going to get published. So don’t give me a song and dance about “organic process” — organic your process all you want on YOUR time — follow the directions when it’s MY time.

Got an incredibly boneheaded email from someone — with next to no credentials — telling me how to write. It was so moronic I had to laugh. Got another email from a lit mag asking for a donation — a lit mag who can’t be bothered to acknowledge or respond to submissions or follow-ups. And I should support you because . . .? I’m sorry, I’m just not that nice. Deal with me in a professional way, and we’ve got a starting point. Act like a spoiled, entitled child, and I’ll do what I do with all spoiled children — ignore you.

Got out the work for Confidential Job #1. Smoothed out the essay and got it to that editor. Stayed on top of the workshop exercises and even got to participate in some of the other workshops.

Froze my little tootsies off — no heat until after 5 PM — so am breaking out the fleece-lined slippers! The cats are well-wrapped in fleece nests and hot water bottles.

Accepted the fact, this morning, that “Be the Monster” is the beginning of a bigger piece and not going to fit into the 5K word limit. Set up the folder, the character charts, the terminology charts so, as I create the world, I can track it instead of having to flip back and forth through pages to see what I meant. The writing went well — about 1500 words a day seems to be its natural pace. The last thing I need is another project, but Catriona is very stubborn and my metaphorical ass is sore from the kicking she gave it when I didn’t pay attention to her enough yesterday. It also needs a new title — this one was adequate for the section I hoped would be the bulk of the short story, but not for the larger piece.

Every piece has its own shape and rhythm and you’ve got to trust it.

It also means I have to come up with another story for the anthology — and fast.

I’ve got to keep up with assignments today, take the fans to storage and retrieve my cappuccino maker, and work on the grant applications.

Better bundle up and get to it.

Devon