Friday, October 15, 2004
Rainy and warm
I’m having trouble concentrating on writing work today. And I can’t afford to lose the day to . . .not writing.
I did the grocery shopping and re-grouted the tub so far this morning – isn’t a writer’s life glamorous?
Actually, I love to grocery shop. I love the possibilities in the store, and figuring out the meals. Since I love to cook, the grocery shopping is part of the inspiration.
Last night, when I got home from the city, I was starving. I was out of commercial pasta sauce, so I made up my own (for the first time) and liked it much better. I wish I’d taken notes, but it was a toss-together rather than a recipe exploration, so I didn’t. Hopefully, I can recreate it. In addition to the regular Italian-style herbs in the sauce – oregano, basil, et al, I like to put in just a touch of fresh rosemary.
I tossed my hat in the ring for a job that I’d like, but I’m worried the time needed will outweigh the results. We’ll see. If it’s meant to happen, it will. I also printed off some job listings near Boston. They’re writing gigs, and I’m going to see if I can do them partially off-site via telecommuting and partially onsite.
Did some on-line house hunting. Found two fabulous houses upstate and two equally fabulous houses near Plymouth. So my dilemma continues. Move? Stay? Huh?
I wrote three chapters of The Widow’s Chamber yesterday and need to do at least that much today.
I’m in a holding pattern waiting for replies to information requests for the hockey article. If I don’t get them by late this afternoon, I’ll have to change the slant of the piece, which is okay, but I’d rather stick to my original idea. Such is life.
Yesterday, I got an idea for a project that would require probably a three day per week commitment through March. I’m nuts to try to do it. It’s completely unique and the people I need to approach to pull it off will think I’m crazier than they already do. Which is why it might work. And it would be incredibly fun and worthwhile and everyone involved would benefit. I need to figure out how to structure the proposal and hit the different elements at the same time so it’s like an octopus of a proposal, because each element needs to feed off the other elements to be at its best.
A friend from the show will also teach in Valhalla in spring, so we’re going to do a joint press release. We’ll get more bang for the buck – well, the keyboard – by playing up the Broadway angle and tying it in to what we’re doing at the college.
I need to find some energy. I just want to curl up and nap. The sleeping cats are a bad influence on me.
A direct mail marketing brochure for a writer’s newsletter that I received yesterday actually gave me a few inspirations for proposals. The challenge is when to find time to do them. The lesson is always read your junk mail – as a writer, every bit is useful, even if it teaches you what NOT to do.
Maybe tackling revisions for those three episodes of WC will help get me back into the swing of things. My mind keeps wandering to pizza. I’m making pizza for dinner tonight. Which should be good. But it’s not even lunchtime, and I need to focus on writing FIRST. First write, then you can have the pizza. Pizza as reward for a productive day. The real reward is getting to MAKE the pizza.