Monday, August 2, 2004
Hot and sunny
It’s been one of those days. Not particularly productive, although I ran around in a dress like a professional.
Tarot client in the morning, lunch with a friend, meeting for a possible freelance writing assignment in the early afternoon.
Stopped at a nearby bookstore that was having a buy-3-paperbacks-get-the-fourth-free. How could I possibly pass up a deal like that, especially since P.B. Ryan’s newest Gilded Age mystery just came out? So I have a stack of four mysteries to read on the train next week when I’m in the city fulltime on the show. Came back to find that someone, somewhere had signed for a package from Amazon.com – the books from the gift certificate – and had to track down the package, which I finally found outside the vestibule of the building. Once recovered, I was happy to anticipate the books-- two Jasper Fforde books and a novel about Clara Shuman. So my stack grows to seven.
Books equal security to me. I will not feel entirely secure in life until I have built a library room with hand-crafted floor to ceiling bookcases much like the library at Felbrigg Hall in Norfolk, England.
Two writer friends have kindly added links to this blog to their blog, and, later this week, I’ll return the favor, once I can figure out how to work the links. The blogs are definitely worth reading. I just have to figure out how to do it. The techs at Blogspot must be getting tired of me – but they are lovely and helpful.
I am having an awful fight with the revision on the calendar article – which was due yesterday. Each word feels like wrestling an alligator. Right now, I’m dinner. I know what I want to say, but I’m not saying it effectively. And, because I’m very good at turning in work on time, I’m berating myself for having trouble, which is slowing me down even more.
Talked to the college about scheduling classes – it sounds like they want four of them. That could work out well – although it knocks me out of doing any swing work in theatre for a good three months, except for the odd day here and there. But, overall, I think it would be worth it. If I can book some of my weekend seminars around the other dates, I think I can do it, financially. And boost subscriptions on the serials.
Did more pirate research – I’m starting to think I have something there, and that early next year will find me with four serials running. I want to make sure I’ve got enough material to keep it going for a good while before I even pitch it. But there are some tales of piracy and the reasons for it and the way they set up their society that I think would make a good read, along with all the swordplay. As usual, I’m starting from character, and I’m mixing historical with fictional characters. I have to do a great deal more research about both the clothing of the time and ships, but, hey, I live on the eastern seaboard, there’s plenty of information around. I’m sure I’ll find a lot at Black Cat Books in Sag Harbor in September.
In other words, I untangled the scrap yarn bag of characters about which I’ve been fretting. I’ve got my pirates lined up over here, swilling ale, playing cards and planning their next attack; my political/fantasy figures sorted out in manipulating who will marry whom for which land and how to dispose of the mistresses; and the YA kids figuring out how to get what they want when they legally shouldn’t have it.
Plus, I know where the next few episodes of Angel Hunt are going and then I can focus on Widow’s Chamber for awhile.
In other words, although I’m struggling with the calendar article, I’m not a total creative loss.
Found a food writing seminar at the New School I’d like to take in the fall, along with a discussion between John Sayles and Barbara Kingslover. It’ll be fun to actually take a class once in awhile.
I switched my New Orleans dates to earlier in January to fit the semester schedule, and discover that, not only can I get better flight rates, but book a better hotel. So that’s all good. The trip is a bit shorter than I’d have liked, but it’ll be fun anyway.
An eight show week until the end of time is too constricting for me at this point.
Okay, time to get back in the alligator pit. Perhaps sautéed with a bit of garlic?