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Sunday, January 14, 2007
Rainy and warm
I let up on myself yesterday. It was a gray, cool, rainy day. I can’t seem to shake this virus. Most of the time, I don’t feel that bad, but the fatigue from it really kicks my ass.
So, other than working on Changeling, I didn’t do too much.
I printed more photos, and got all the ones I’ve printed thus far into the book. I’m up to the trip to Mohonk House in New Paltz, which happened in early August. Remember, I took over 100 photos on that one day, so it’ll take me awhile to get them all printed, written up, and in the book.
I ran some errands in CT. I did some more hand washing, including the cashmere. People don’t realize that, once you take something to the dry cleaner, it doesn’t take out the odor. In fact, if you take something stinky to the cleaner, the dry cleaning process SETS the odor – in that, you will never get it out. You don’t immediately smell it because of the dry cleaning fluid stench. But as soon as your body heat warms the garment up again, the stink returns – worse than ever.
Most fabrics last longer (and smell better) if you learn their eccentricities and learn how to hand wash them properly. If you have a vintage garment and want to wash it as infrequently as possible, and the fabric doesn’t water stain, get yourself a spritz bottle. Get yourself the cheapest rot gut vodka in your store. Mix a 1-1 vodka/water solution and spritz the garment, especially under the arms.
It does a lot more than dry cleaning.
And the cheap ass vodka works better than the good stuff. Save the good stuff for drinking.
So I’ve got a front hall full of cashmere on sweater drying racks, sprinkled with cedar shavings. As far as I know, no moths currently reside in my abode, but . . .why risk it?
Of course Iris periodically tests the sweater drying racks to see if they’ll do as trampolines.
Kitty dives under the sofa, and I swear a lot as I put the racks back together.
The seed catalogs are arriving, and I’m indulging myself in garden fantasies. That’s one of the things I’m looking most forward to regarding the relocation: a garden. Flowers, vegetables, and, especially, herbs.
Keep the Jimmy Choo shoes – give me a “Poet” rosebush!
I found out which whale skeleton was which (a blue whale in the atrium and a sperm whale in its own room) in New Bedford, and notated appropriately.
I need to create a cheat sheet for Changeling geography – the geography of an imagined world is much more difficult to look up on the map than is the world of Greenwich Village. The story is taking an interesting twist – and I’m realizing how much place is a character. The pace of Token, set in New York City is quite different than the pace of Changeling, which right now is set in a remote area. It’s interesting. And I’m letting it go where it wants, while still loosely sticking to the overall outline.
Chasing the Changeling -- 4,800 words out of est. 45,000
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Saturday, January 13, 2007
Rainy and cold
Mark your calendar, folks: when the moon turns to new later in the week, Ink will only be at the Word Press URL.
And the trouble I had with Blogger this morning seals the deal.
I was nowhere near as productive as I wanted to be yesterday. I had trouble with Changeling in the morning – a poor night’s sleep left my brain with mush, and I didn’t even get 1K done on it. So I had to work extra hard this morning.
I ran my errands, going to Old Greenwich and getting more photo paper (buy one, get one free, woo hoo), and other paper. I can’t wait until I have the room to store paper I buy by the case. I did that here for awhile – and kept the case in the trunk of the car, so I had to run down three flights of stairs, through the courtyard and down the street to the parking lot in the middle of the night when I ran out of paper. Uh, no, thanks. I want it in the closet of my office, thank you very much. My HOME office. Also known as The Library. Because my office will look like the library in one of those British Great Homes by the time I’m done with it.
I came home and printed nearly 100 photos, and I’m still only in June of last year. And I have, well, about 800 more photos to print. I took a LOT of pictures.
I have some great photos of enormous whale skeletons from the New Bedford Whaling Museum – two distinct enormous ones. But I can’t remember which whales they are – although I know which skeleton photo is which, if that makes any sense. So I have to go back and find out which one hangs in the atrium, and which one has its own room. The detail in the fin (flipper?) bones are astonishing – they look like oversized finger bones and the bones that fit across the top of the knuckles – wow.
And the photos I took of the Parsons House Ruin at the Nature Center – because someday I want to write a YA mystery and set it there – and the deer I happened to catch in the photo, who peered at us from between the leaves – nice to capture all those moments.
And use them for stories.
Managed to type Chapter 3 of Token (I hoped to type two chapters, but I’m just too tired). I don’t know why I’m so darned tired. I hope it’s just waning moon energy. Found what was a major plot point in Chapter 3 that I completely forgot about and need to wind up in about Chapter 17 or so.
Got the cats a new scratching post since the old one was . . .beyond pathetic. They like the new one.
I’m reading one of the research books for the revision of Assumption, and it’s really interesting, but I put it aside last night to chomp on popcorn and read one of Archie Mayor’s books set in Vermont.
Oh, and so much for all the money I spent in August to get my computer “fixed”. Half the time it’s not responding – to anything. Then it began to scream like it was in pain and flashed “keyboard failure” at me – I fixed it, and the keyboard’s fine. And then it wouldn’t give me back my floppy disk, so I had to operate with needle-nose pliers, shouting at it, “Just TRY to electrocute me, you Microsoft piece of ---“ because, of course, I didn’t turn if off the way I should have. We seem to have negotiated a truce for the moment.
I want my money back from Geek Squad. A “fix” should last longer than this, especially when it meant losing all my professional samples.
Late start this morning – I have trouble getting to sleep lately, and then I oversleep in the morning. Ick.
But some decent work on Chasing the Changeling. So now I can start my day.
Token and Affections, 2nd Draft – 6,936 words out of estimated 45,000
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