Wednesday, September 29, 2004

September 29 Part II:

Wrote the first draft of one of the articles and half of the first draft of the second one. It’s a good start, and I have a good idea on how to structure the third one. I want to get the first drafts of all three done tonight and then rewrite them and send them off tomorrow.

I’ll have to get up extra early tomorrow – I have to leave early for day work, because there’s a union meeting. After the meeting, while I’m waiting around for my check, maybe I’ll pop into the Coffee Pot and get some more writing done.

I don’t feel a bit guilty about not writing out in Montauk – I needed the break. I was losing joy in the process and in crafting the words, and a respite was necessary. I was definitely itchy to get back to writing by yesterday, but it was good to have a few days off.

I don’t ever want to paint myself into a corner where writing becomes a chore.

Did some research on the Internet, trolled the job boards and found a couple of interesting possibilities. Now I have to figure out how to do the preparation and the proposals without it putting me behind on the work that’s on deadline. The radio jobs always catch my eye. I want to do more work in radio. It’s a medium I find completely fascinating.

Too bad I need to sleep. In my twenties, I needed very little sleep. When I was overbooked, I could forgo sleep for a couple of days before it caught up. Now that I’m, ahem, beyond my twenties, it doesn’t work that way. And I can’t drink as much as I used to either. Which might not be a bad thing.

Printed out my Submission Log to see where the holes were. I’d forgotten to update some of the items. Other items needed follow-up. I wrote follow-up e-mails on submissions made over the past few months and gave them my change of e-mail address. Some of the e-mails were just to update the address and say, “hi, I’m still alive.” One or two submissions have been over six months, and I asked what the status was. If they don’t want the pieces, I have other places to submit.

One PR firm to which I submitted a package and simply updated my info and asked to be kept on file immediately responded, thanking me for the update and reassuring me they’d keep me in mind. That place will get a Christmas card, that’s for sure!

I’ll wait two weeks on the other long-term updates, and then pull the pieces so I can resubmit. It’s not cost-effective to keep work tied up for eight months or more.

I also noticed that I have a slew of short stories to submit. The new Writer’s Market is out, so I ought to be able to sit down with it and figure it out. In the meantime, due to lit mags usually taking a long time to respond, I have to sit with my tracking sheets and see if anything’s still hanging over from 2003, if I need to pull anything, what markets just don’t like my work at all, and if there are pieces that should be “retired.”

I received my first issue of Maisonneuve, a magazine based out of Montreal. I like it a lot, but I’m completely unsuited to them as a writer. That’s a disappointment for me, but it saves us all time and energy. I don’t fit into their Alternative Box anymore than I fit into, say, Redbook’s Mainstream Box.

Spent too much time reading other people’s blogs. Some of them are great fun, but I’m surprised at how many are rarely updated. Those are the ones that don’t get added to my links list.

The ideal would be to finish the one and a half articles still to go and then write two more episodes of Widow’s Chamber – but I’m not sure I’ve got that many words left in me today -- in spite of the morning’s yoga session and baking banana bread for breakfast, which certainly gave me more energy than simply stumbling around trying to find the coffeepot. Although I drank an entire pot of coffee this morning.

I still haven’t done the press release for Cutthroat Charlotte and I’m behind on both the library mailing and the writers’ conference mailing. And next week, the Newsletter has to go out. Good thing I’ve kept up with it over the past weeks – all I have to do is give it a polish and it’s good to go. Oh, yeah, and I have to give n2arts a bit of a nudge for future articles. And . . .

(Sigh).

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html

Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Last day of the Full Moon
Chiron Direct (on the 26th)
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Rainy and cool

Three deaths, three hurricanes, and a car breakdown in six weeks. I’m a little tired.

I miss Felicia terribly, and so do the other cats. They’re looking for her. In her quiet, firm way, she ran the household. She got very sick on Saturday afternoon and deteriorated rapidly. I rushed her to the vet – I am so lucky to have such a kind, caring vet and staff. There was nothing they could do. Her heart was failing, and she was filling with fluid. At least she was with people she knew and knew loved her at the end. The vet has been wonderful with her since I first brought her there a year ago and she was diagnosed with CRF, and the technician with us has also been with her every time she had to go in for a procedure. So she could go in peace. I had a year more with her than anyone thought we’d have, and many, many years of happy memories. Although there’s heaviness and a hole ripped in us by her loss, there are also many hours and years of happiness in which to take joy. My life was better because she was a part of it for 18 years.

Montauk, for the most part, was beautiful. The car broke down as soon as we arrived. Fortunately, there was a service station about a half a block away, and the owners of the motel knew the guy who runs it. He came over, took the car, and had it fixed within two hours. Gotta love small towns and their interconnectedness. Everyone was so kind.

Guess I’ll have to find extra work over the next few weeks to pay the vet bill and the car repair bill.

We spent some time in Sag Harbor – they have four bookstores in that one small town, which is my idea of heaven. There are also some lovely restaurants and an atmosphere of calm.

The Whaling Museum is small, but packed with information. There was also pirate information, which gives me more to work with for Cutthroat Charlotte, and ideas for the saga of a whaling family. I need to go up to New Bedford and take another look at their whaling museum. I think I was seven the last time I went, and that was quite a few years ago.

One thing I found interesting was one of the figureheads – a male figurehead. For some reason, I was under the impressions ship’s figureheads were all female. I want to do more research on this topic. I’ve always been fascinated with ship’s figureheads, from the many vacations spent on Cape Cod to the Nancy Drew mystery about a ship’s figurehead (the name escapes me, and my Nancy Drew books are too difficult to dig out right now). The research serves both Cutthroat Charlotte and whatever whaling saga I end up writing.

Spent lots of time walking on the beach. There are no shells on that beach, which is odd to me. When I spent time there last year, I picked up lots of stones in the surf, but this time – none. Plenty of jellyfish, though. I wonder if that was because of the forthcoming storm or what. I should ask someone who knows something about marine biology.

Spent even more time sitting on my balcony overlooking the beach and reading. I did absolutely no writing, except for some notes for business/practical stuff. I read Nora Roberts’ entire Three Sisters Island trilogy. I’ve never read Nora Roberts before. I liked her characters and descriptions, but I kept getting ahead of the plot. They’re good fast reads for brain candy. She writes fairly well (sometimes, some of her phrasing makes me wince, but no one’s perfect all the time) and spins a good yarn. I can see why she’s so popular.

I enjoyed them, but Margaret Frazer’s medieval novels capture my attention more thoroughly. I need four more to complete my collection of her writing, and I’m having trouble finding them. I should probably just order them online.

The trip proved to me that it’s one area of the world where I do not want to live. I enjoy myself there, but I don’t feel the connection to the land or the yearning to be there that I do with places like Plymouth, New Orleans, Northumbria, or Scotland.

Plus, the travel back is always a nightmare. It doesn’t matter what day of the week or time of day, traveling west from Montauk is always torture.

It was worse than usual this time due to Hurricane Jeanne. Okay, she’s officially Tropical Depression Jeanne, but I don’t think anyone told her that. We left earlier than expected because we knew she was coming and wanted to make as much progress as we could. We drove through some horrible weather, but got back home before many of the roads between home and there were closed due to flooding. Had we stayed an extra day, we’d be stuck out there for who knows how long. Had we even waited another hour or two to get started, we’d have gotten stuck along the way.

But we got home, to confused cats still searching for Felicia, and tried to get resettled. In spite of doing very little over the few days away, I’m completely wiped out.

However, there’s no time for that right now. I have articles due on the 30th, and I’m behind on the serials. So it’s time to pull myself together and move forward.

RENT called to book me in October and ask about my availability over the next few weeks, which is good. Hopefully, I can book enough work between WICKED and RENT to pay all the regular expenses and the other expenses while waiting for writing money to come in and trying to generate more.

Ah, the life of a freelancer.

But it beats being behind a desk 9-5 every time. I’d rather live with this stress than that one.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html

Saturday, September 25, 2004

RIP

Rest in Peace, Felicia.

1987-2004

My little rocket scientist, super smart and sweet girl, and angel cat.

You are loved and missed.



Saturday, September 25, 2004
Waxing Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and lovely

I should have written all day yesterday. Instead, I rearranged my space. Even though it’s temporary, I still have to live in it, and I need to make it work for my writing. I took down a six-tier unit that had –hmm, some would call it junk, I call it “artifacts from my life”. The most important were redistributed throughout the space, and the rest packed away. When I’m in the house, I’ll be able to put up everything. But right now – I really don’t need thirty five hockey pucks displayed next to my desk, even though most of them were signed by players I interviewed for the book. They have a lot of personal meaning to me, but I don’t need to look at them all the time.

Okay, so I kept out three.

But there’s much more space now with the books reorganized, the “office bookcase” pushed back in the space where the étagère was, and the files where I can get at them. I still have stacks of stuff to go through to either file or toss, but that will take time. It won’t happen all at once.

That, grocery shopping, and packing, believe it or not, took up most of the day.

Today, I will rewrite the episodes of The Widow’s Chamber on which I’ve been working, and, hopefully, write some more. I’m not going to worry about Cutthroat Charlotte – I’ll get inspiration from Montauk and double-duty CC along with Tapestry next week.

I’ll also work on my articles. Bits of them have formulated in my head, so it’s a case of getting the right bit on the right page and then expanding on the ideas.

Felicia, my oldest cat, is fading slowly, and it makes me sad. She is eighteen, and has CRF. We’re doing all we can for her, without being invasive and doing things like dialysis. But she’s been with me since she was just over a year old, and she’s my little rocket scientist, so it’s hard. She’s still content most of the time, and eats and plays occasionally and sleeps. But everything is more difficult. She’s survived and thrived so far a year longer than expected, and I just want to keep her happy and comfortable as long as possible. The other cats are very sweet and gentle with her. They all adore her, although she’s never had much use for them. I give her lots of love and attention every day, and let her know how important she is to us all.

I need to do more preparation for the Dialogue Workshop – it starts in a few weeks. Hopefully, the press mailing that I sent out a week or so ago will generate some more interest.

A few days away will help me regain perspective. I’m fretting about how far behind I am and the various pressures I’m under away from the desk rather than trusting in the work and focusing on doing the best work I can. Without good work, nothing else will fall into place. So I need to concentrate on the work. The rest of the stresses will have to take a number and I’ll get to them in turn.

Four loads of laundry this morning, catching up on e-mail, and now it’s time to be creative, amidst ticking clocks and sleeping cats.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html



Thursday, September 23, 2004

Thursday, September 23, 2004
Waxing Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant


I’m having trouble sleeping and when I wake up, I’m not well-rested. It’s the various stresses from compounded computer/website/work-related programs and knowing how much income I lose on a daily basis because of it.

Yahoo finally responded to my complaints – but they want my password, and I’m always suspicious of anyone who asks for my password. I’m uncomfortable with that. I’ll send them back all the information they requested EXCEPT the password. I don’t want tech support to have access to my credit card information. If the Site Builder is their system, they ought to be able to run tests without my password.

Too much stress, too much frustration, too much lost time and income.

On top of that, Microsoft gives me “RunTime Errors” every time I have a program open for more than five minutes, which is unacceptable.

I got up extra early to get some writing done before I had to leave for the show – and, yes, that’s right, before eight a.m., they were mowing the asphalt again. Now, if I had waited until 1 PM to sit at my desk, they wouldn’t have started until then. It’s ridiculous.

At least I got some good work done on The Widow’s Chamber. I’ve dropped some important clues and put in a bit of foreshadowing for the next section. The regular readers will get a little thrill (if I’ve done my job correctly) when they see how I tie in a character in New Orleans who is vital to the conclusion with something that happened on the road to Nashville. It also pulls back the story to its main focus, instead of some of the character tangentials I’ve taken over the past episodes.

Originally, I’d spread it out over episodes 97 and 98, but it felt drawn out and the tension slacked, so I made some cuts in #97 and moved the first page of #98 back into #97. It ratchets the tension up better and ending the episode with a confrontation with Luther rather than a demand from Aeneas works better.

I also decided to make Emily and Miranda sisters, which makes the stakes higher than if they were friends and neighbors. Hopefully, readers will receive a shock of recognition as Emily’s name comes up so far into the narrative, when it hasn’t been mentioned since the first score of episodes. And then, when I further reveal her position in the situation, it will add an interesting dynamic to what’s happening in New Orleans.

Daniel’s become too peripheral to the narrative, and I need to bring him into it more deeply soon.

Six more episodes to write in the next few days so that I’m were I need to be. The episodes have come slowly the past few days, but they’re important in setting up the structure of the next section and have to be handled just right. Too flippant and the reader won’t remember important information. Too heavy-handed and the reader won’t care. It’s a tightrope. Hopefully, I won’t slip off.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html





Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Fall Equinox
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and beautiful

What a lovely fall day!

Too bad I wasted most of it on the damn website. Of course, Yahoo can’t be bothered to respond to e-mails OR pick up the phone on their supposed 24/7 helpline.

I spent most of the day researching other web hosts. Not one of them has templates that look as good as Yahoo’s. None of them has enough space or enough design flexibility. If they’d just tell me how to stop the compression of the text, the dead links every time I try to do an edit, and how to edit pages, we’d be fine.

I managed to get some work done on The Widow’s Chamber, but not enough. And I’m not happy with the work I did. Nora’s having too much idle time on the riverboat and not getting enough done. And Aeneas is turning up everywhere and tipping his hand earlier than I’d like him to. I want to get them to New Orleans already, but I have to set up events carefully on the riverboat that will end in the big climax – for this part. And then, the actual Widow’s Chamber portion will be done, and I’ll move the characters on to their next 400 page adventure.

Part of all of this is, the past few weeks with all these computer headaches, my sleep patterns are seriously disrupted. I’m always exhausted and always have a headache.

But I’m still enamored of the new printer!!! That’s one bright spot.

I’m behind on the serials, I’m behind on the articles. The only way I can do anything is to break it down.

I need to just forget about the website for awhile and let it sit and look pretty while I catch up on everything else.

Colin (Freedom from the Mundane) is trying to help me. Hopefully, I can figure out what he’s teaching me.

I looked into purchasing web site design software called Web Easy, but it seems it can only upload to one of the sites the company hosts, which does me no good.

And everyone’s telling me to steer clear of Microsoft Front Page. That seems to be what most sites support, but the last thing I need is yet another Microsoft headache.

Um, what did I say about leaving the site alone now?

It’s the Equinox, I’m supposed to concentrate on BALANCE!!!

I think I need this vacation more than I’d like to admit.

Okay, I need to focus again on The Widow’s Chamber. I should have written down the two articles that started writing themselves in my head yesterday – they’re due next week and I’ve lost them.

I did an e-mail interview for a woman who’s lecturing in Vermont about the Web’s impact on writers. Hopefully, I gave detailed enough answers.

At least I got to read another Margaret Frazer novel yesterday and today – The Prioress’s Tale. I’m only missing four books from the series now. I was so involved in it on the train home yesterday that I nearly missed my stop!

I’m hoping for sunshine for the vacation, but even if it rains, I’ll just sit by the window overlooking the beach and read my books! I plan to visit at least three bookstores on the trip, so who knows what else I’ll find! I hope to find some more inspiration for Cutthroat Charlotte, since my trip to Montauk in March this year was the initial inspiration!

It’ll all be fine, eventually and somehow.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html







Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Waxing Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Cloudy and cool

Although I managed some work yesterday on both The Widow’s Chamber and Cutthroat Charlotte, I spent nine hours putting up the Devon Ellington website.

It still needs work.

The Site Builder doesn’t work properly and some of the pages have compressed text
So
That
One
Word
Appears
On
Each
Line

Which is not how I set it up, not how I saved it, and certainly not how I wanted it.

And Yahoo, too, has Tech Non-Support. It doesn’t matter that you pay them every month. They just can’t be bothered to actually fulfill their contract.

And, of course, the Coaching and Critique Page, the one most vital to my income, has the worst problems.

I am so frustrated.

But I do like the background colours I chose for the pages and I took notes on everything I did in case I have to recreate it. I think, for the notes for Cutthroat Charlotte, I’ll go lighter – the page is pretty intense and I don’t think I could spend a lot of time reading it without a headache. Eventually, I hope to learn how to upload graphics.

When I tried to relax by watching TV, all that’s on is either stupid so-called comedy that has no intelligence and certainly isn’t either funny or insightful, or movies about people being horrible to each other.

No wonder people watch so much sports.

At least my new printer is completely amazing. It’s a very smart machine, so even if I’m not quite sure what I’m doing, it gently corrects me, and then I know how to do it properly the next time. I’ve printed indexes (indices?) for my photo flash cards, which means I’ll be able to access the photos I need quickly and print them. I can print directly from the printer, which is great, because then I can shape, size, and do as many copies as I want without worrying about the photo print cartridges in the card printer.

And Canon actually has customer service, which is a plus.

Well, there’s not anything I can do to work on the site today, so I might as well not get upset about it. Off to the theatre for day work and then home to try to get some work done on both the serials and the articles. Two of the articles have begun to write themselves in my head this morning. Hopefully, they’ll translate well to the page.

Behind on submissions and queries and packets for jobs. I’m going away for a few days next week, and I need it. I’m sick and tired of it being taken out of my hide and my bank balance because so many people don’t do the jobs for which they are hired.

And the election is upsetting me, too. If the politicians would put the money back into the country instead of spending billions on political campaigns, maybe we could actually DO something for a change. Yet another American was beheaded in Iraq. The money being wasted on campaign ads should be put into capturing these murderers.

I’m very unhappy with the two episodes of Cutthroat Charlotte, but I worked on them down to the wire and had to send them off. They are not my best work by far, and now I have to make up for it in the upcoming episodes.

Getting out of the house today is a good thing.

Yesterday was a beautiful fall day and today promises much the same, even with clouds. Although I was born in the middle of a snowstorm and I love winter, autumn is my favorite season.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html




Monday, September 20, 2004

Monday, September 20, 2004
Waxing Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny, cool, gorgeous


I think, by this point, I’ve watched all the episodes of Rescue Me several times. The writing is outstanding. The acting is terrific, too, as are all the production values (I have a feeling the budget is pretty tight, but they sure put the money on screen instead of in middle executives’ pockets), but the writing, especially, stands out. Not only has the show helped me regain some emotional footing when it comes to dealing with 9/11, I’m getting a lot out of it on an artistic level, too. And isn’t that what this work is supposed to do?

My only disappointment is in the female characters. They are well-written and well-performed. I just wish there’d be some women in there that were more intelligent and had lives outside of the men. Are the characters realistic? Absolutely. I just wish these characters had the chance and the reason to cross paths with some more interesting and intelligent women.

But now we’re getting into dangerous territory – liking a piece but wanting to rewrite it in my vision. As a writer, I hate it when someone wants to do that to me. So I must give another writer the same respect.

When I lived on 42 St. in Manhattan, there were several neighborhood fire houses, and I had daily contact with a lot of the guys in them, as I went about my day. Everything from simply a friendly hello to the smart-ass repartee to actual conversation. I asked one of the guys (who died in 9/11, may he rest in peace), why waste so much time with Twinkies? The answer was interesting: “When you come home from a day pulling people outta a burnin’ building, and maybe some of them didn’t make it, you wanna go home, have a few beers and get laid. You don’t wanna have to worry about keeping up a conversation.”

He was on the crew the morning we had a fire in the building. I’ll never forget how, within the thirty seconds of a neighbor banging on the door to wake us up that there was a fire, six floors below us, the entire place was so full of smoke we could barely see. We grabbed shoes and cats and ran for the fire escape. Because the windows in our apartment were illegally barred so we couldn’t get to the fire escape, we had to run the length of the apartment, then the length of the hall and get out. The fire crew ended up having to carry a large mastiff dog down the final ladder. The dog was great about coming down the fire escape, but when he got to the last bit, the round-runged ladder, he balked. So one of the crew draped him over a shoulder and carried him down. Good thing the guy had his helmet on. The dog drooled all over him.

The firefighter I mentioned above was the one who helped me down the last bit. I had Felicia (now my oldest cat) tucked into my down vest, which I’d thrown on over my t-shirt and the pants I’d managed to pull on. She was holding on quite well, so my hands were free. My roommate at the time had Olivia, then the Queen of our Feline Household. Olivia immediately started holding court. She was well aware that the Egyptians worshipped cats, and she believed we were all here to worship her.

Once it was pretty obvious that the fire itself was out and it was time to clean up, the fire fighter went into the deli next door and brought out a can of cat food and a plastic spoon, whereby he fed both Olivia and Felicia as we held them. He also came back inside with us to the apartment to find Maude, the third cat who’d escaped from our arms and run back into the burning building. I was afraid she’d be dead, and knew I’d completely lose it. Maude found a safe place to hide in the closet. She smelled like smoke, but she was fine. “They’re smart about that,” he said. She even let him pet her – and she hated all humans except me. (She’d been horribly abused as a kitten before I got her).

I was the only person who’d thought to shut the door behind me without locking it, so ours was the only door they hadn’t had to break down with an axe. Which means we were the only ones with a working lock still on the door. So everyone on the floor brought us their valuables until they got new doors. The fire fighter always teased me that I was the only one paying attention during fire drills all those years in elementary school.

The world lost a wonderful man when he lost his life on 9/11. That’s just a single example of what we lost. There are nearly 3000 others.

My work, pre-9/11, was much more realistic/naturalistic than it is now. While Leary writes the world as it is, with faults and all its rough edges, and makes us face even what we don’t want to face, my work has taken a different tone. While I deal with some of the same issues, albeit very differently, I’m also writing the world I want it to become. That maybe naïve on my part, or even stupid. But isn’t visualization the first step to creation? And not creation as in the sense of a work of art, but creating one’s life?

That’s not a rhetorical question, by the way. It’s one of the questions to which I am searching for answers.

And because Rescue Me raises the bar so high on both artistic and emotional levels, it forces me to identify and articulate the questions I’ve avoided.

How does this/will this affect my work? I probably won’t have the answer to that question for another twenty years!

Back to the nuts and bolts of daily life:

I’ve been researching information for Cutthroat Charlotte, with the help of some friends in writers’ group. I needed to know the legal intricacies of the time as far as inheritance and guardianship. They kept urging me to make Silvanius a relative, but it simply won’t work for the story, and therefore I won’t. They did guide me to a great deal of interesting information and we managed to brainstorm details of the business partnership and what sort of business it is. I knew I wanted it to be shipping. Tobacco will be their main cargo, with the rift between partners caused when Silvanius starts shipping slaves on the side, against the wishes of Charlotte’s father. I wish I could go back and rewrite the first few episodes, but I can’t, so Charlotte will have to find out that Silvanius is trading in slave cargo later on.

I decided that Charlotte and her father only recently moved to Carolina, from either Boston or New York. I don’t want there to be too many parallels between Charlotte and Widow’s Chamber – yes, they are a hundred years apart, but a common Massachusetts ancestry might make them too similar. Although Charlotte is more of an out-and-out firebrand. Nora tends to burn more slowly and tries to control it before she explodes.

One similar thread that runs through both CC and WC is how abhorrent slavery is/was. Every time I remember the article in the Nashville paper about the modern secessionist group in Tennessee that wants to secede from the United States to form a union with low taxes, no gun control and where slavery is not considered a black mark on history, I am enraged. Does this mean all slaves are glorified, all Northerners are angels and all Southerners evil in my work? Of course not. The issues are far more complex than that, and so are the people dealing with them. But I do have a strong belief that slavery is both wrong and evil, and that infuses the work.

I’m setting quite a bit of work in Massachusetts lately, and I wonder if part of that is because I want to move back there. Although I’m looking at houses farther upstate in New York, a part of me wants to move back to MA. But I can’t do that until the transition is complete from theatre professional/writer to full-time writer. And that’s a three year transition. There’s just not enough theatre work in Boston to keep me going, or to keep my insurance.

I also realized that I have to figure out the individual members of Anne, Mary and Calico Jack’s pirate crew. I already have some historical information on Anne’s friend Pierre, based in New Providence (Nassau). But I need to figure out who is actually on the ship with them day-to-day. I also want to see if I can track down copies of transcripts of their trials, because I want a big section of the piece to be about that, the women’s pardons, and Calico Jack’s hanging.

I’m behind on the non-fiction articles I have to write, so those need some attention as well this week. I’m far, far behind on Widow’s Chamber – this is supposed to be my week to concentrate on Cutthroat Charlotte and, instead, I have to work on both in tandem, which should make the comparisons/contrasts even more pronounced.

So I better get to it. This was my warm-up. Now it’s time to run the marathon.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html







Saturday, September 18, 2004

Saturday, September 18, 2004
Waxing Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Stormy

I lost the entire day yesterday in waiting for the storm that never broke. So, of course, today, when not only do I HAVE to work, but I’m feeling creative, today is the day the storm hits.

I did mange to read Margaret Frazer’s The Squire’s Tale yesterday and enjoyed it very much. Also, this week, I’ve become hooked on Denis Leary’s series, Rescue Me. I’ve always enjoyed his work, his intelligence, and the fact that he does not suffer fools gladly. The writing in this series is wonderful.

I can’t get on the board for writers’ group today – I don’t know why there’s a problem. I can get everywhere else I need to on the Net.

Guess I have to concentrate on as much writing as I can as the waters rise.

Rewrote episode 62 of Angel Hunt, finished and revised episode 63 and sent them off. Wrote the first draft of episodes 94 & 95 of Widow’s Chamber and will see how far I can get with that today. I slid back into its rhythm easily. As of November, I will have written that serial for a full year. And I still have plenty of story to tell.

I need to buy stamps this week. I have a stack of queries and submissions that need to go out. Not to mention work on articles. It’s all good; it’s just that I have to figure out how to balance the financial aspect so that I have enough steady money coming in from the writing not to worry. There’s some regular money coming in, but the lag time between the writing and payment is too long for me to meet the bills on just the creative work. So I need to build up the manuscript critique and business writing in order to have x amount of money coming in per week or month and still leave time for the other work with longer pay periods. All part of the learning process.

I finally closed out the MSN account – it nearly killed me to get everything transferred. I stored far too much information in the account. That’s a mistake I don’t intend to make with my AOL and Yahoo accounts. I need to print off and file once a week or once a month. It’ll save wear and tear on me in the long run.

So much for a paperless office.

I hadn’t realized how much the MSN account and its problems weighed me down until I cancelled it. I felt like I was free of a vise.

Back to Widow’s Chamber. Because I have to do a show tomorrow, tomorrow’s writing will be given over to more business-oriented than fictional work.

And I still have to set up the new printer, but, since I have to have everything running while I do so, I don’t want to set up in the middle of a thunderstorm and have everything short out.

On the positive side, I’m high and dry, the place has plenty of supplies, and the car is safe. Other than headaches from the pressure changes in the atmosphere, I’m in good shape.

And I want to ride the wave of Widow’s Chamber down the Mississippi. Mercy’s subplot is moving a bit too swiftly. I have to ask her to hold back. But, she’s following her heart, and her decisions will give Nora the courage to follow her own heart about thirty chapters down the road.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html


Friday, September 17, 2004

Friday, September 17, 2004
Waxing Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Humid and rainy




The plan was to write in the morning, run errands in the mid-afternoon and have dinner with a friend.

I overslept and awoke to a flood watch. So, I got in the necessary supplies and am battening down . . .again.

The two little cats are velcroed to my lap. They know a storm is brewing!

Why do I have a feeling this won’t be one of my more productive days?

Sighing and smiling ruefully,

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Thursday, September 16, 2004
Waxing Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Humid and cloudy



The printer seems much more complicated to set up than it should be – come on, now, people, if you’re going to charge me lots of money AND make it hard, send a technician along with the box. Preferably a cute one.

Anyway, I sent a panicked e-mail to Canon, and they responded within an hour (hey, a company that actually has customer service – now there is something new and different), and I think, tomorrow, I’ll be able to do it.

Angel Hunt did not go well yesterday and I didn’t get anything done on Cutthroat Charlotte. So I’m behind again. Somehow, it will all come together. I’m not quite sure how yet, but it will.

I’m paying a steep price for not doing enough writing while I was on the show fulltime during the summer, in a very slim bank balance and many bills looming. I have to remember that no matter how many theatre hours I work, I also have to be able to have X amount of billable writing hours so that when the theatre work wanes, I have writing money coming in, since there’s the lag time between the actual writing and the money coming in. So I’m tired. Too damn bad for me. It’s part of the transition.

And, as I’ve been for the past few years around September 11, I’m enraged by the event itself and the aftermath and the politicizing of the event – I hate it when people make money off of other people’s pain. That’s why I hate reality TV so much. Every little stupid thing makes me fly off the handle. The Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome not only kicks in this time every year – and all the extra cops with automatic weapons don’t help – but it’s getting worse. So I’ll have to take steps to lessen it/heal it/work with it.

It was good to go to the theatre and be around people, in spite of the fact that the State Troopers are still riding the trains and everyone’s yapping on the street that there will be another major attack in New York in or around Election Day.

Day work was fine. We caught up. A schedule is being set to send people to sit with the colleague who lost her baby, since she can’t be left alone during this time. It seems to be all we can do – just be there. She’s not taking calls, so I’ll send a card instead.

Four of us went to dinner at a Thai restaurant between day work and the show, which was fun. Lots of catch up and plan for future projects. Fall always spurs one on to get busy again.

Got home later than I would have liked. I’m tired of the newspapers. A headline stating, “Mommy’s Gone” showing three crying toddlers (about a murder on Long Island) is, again, people making money of someone else’s pain, and it’s wrong.

The lack of journalistic integrity in this area is truly appalling. It’s New York. You’d think we’d get SOME decent journalism. Who do we trust? The Post? It’s only good to line a catbox. The News? With a headline like the above? The Times? The paper that hired Jayson Blair? Newsday has the best writing, but they’ve got some sort of circulation scandal going on. It’s pathetic.

I remember (get out the rocking chairs, people) the days where, in a news story, BOTH points of view were explored and enough facts were given for both sides so that the reader could make an informed decision.

It’s been years since I read an article like that.

Early to bed so that I can have a productive writing – and printing, if the printer actually works – tomorrow.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cuthtroat-charlotte.html

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Waxing Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Cloudy and cool


We received some terrible news at the theatre yesterday. For the past few days, we’ve been rejoicing that a colleague who’d taken maternity leave had her baby. Tragically, the day after she brought the baby home, it died. We don’t know why yet. Everyone is in shock. We all want to do something, but what can we do? We can’t bring the baby back. We can’t replace him. We can’t fix it. We can’t make it better. We feel helpless.

Day work ran smoothly, other than all of us walking around in shock. I ran some errands on the way to the theatre, while I still thought it would be a happy day. I managed to write the press release for GCE which has to go out today, and start the press release for Charlotte. I wrote about two pages on Amber Tiger during my break.

I raced out of the theatre at the end of the call. The train, of course, got stuck, so I got home later than I wanted to. I missed Michelle’s radio show.

My new printer arrived, and my neighbor was kind enough to take it in. The box is enormous. Since I’ve just put new cartridges in my old printer, I want to run them out before I set up the new printer. But I’m so excited. My friend Lori has one and swoons over it. I do believe this is the printer of my dreams. It looks powerful enough that maybe I can stop going to Kinko’s and do my own bulk copying. I’ll have to price out the cost of ink and paper and labor and compare doing it at home to sending it out.

My photo cartridges also arrived, so I could print out the photos from Newport and the flood, and I still have another set of Playland photos to print for “Curly Sue”.

I watched the World Cup Final last night, Finland versus Canada. Because I’m such an enormous Miikka Kiprusoff fan, I wanted Finland to win, but Canada did, by one goal. Mario Lemieux was amazing, as always. I remember the first time I saw him play live. The second he put a skate on the ice, the whole arena was electrified. He has enormous personal charisma and vitality. The only person with similar energy is Arthur Miller. It sounds strange to compare a hockey player to a playwright, but they both have a tremendous life force and don’t confuse confidence with ego.

Jeremy Roenick was again a commentator. I think I learned more listening to him during that one game than I’ve learned in the past year of watching hockey. I’m eager to sit down with him at some point and toss situations from the books at him so he can tell me where I’m right and where I’m being ridiculous. Since he pulls no punches, I know I’d get straight answers.

Actually, I don’t think any player’s ever given me an evasive answer. I’ve been extraordinarily fortunate in the players I’ve interviewed – a combination of talent, intelligence, humour, and a generosity of spirit that you find in few walks of life.

That’s why the lock out is so frustrating. It may be a long, long time before we have hockey again. And the players have to stand firm.

A salary cap is ridiculous. How would any working person feel, going into a performance review for a raise and being told that there won’t be one because of a salary cap in the industry? It’s ridiculous.

It was owner greed that caused the problems in hockey. The owners threw millions of dollars at players in order to get what they felt were the best players, without regard to the other teams. Why should they? They’re in competition with the other teams. Now, because they refuse to police themselves and set up, amongst themselves, a way to make hockey work financially for EVERYONE involved, they want to put it into a CBA so they can take it out of the players’ hides. It’s ridiculous.

Of course, although money is the situation that’s being publicized, in any contract negotiation, there are many other issues as well. But they’re not even talking.

And they’re not bringing in a mediator, because they know a mediator will make the owners act reasonably, and that’s not something the owners are willing to do. They want to break the union.

Too bad the Players’ union isn’t part of the AFL-CIO. Then, no one who worked at an arena would cross a picket line and ALL arenas in North America would be shut down for every event (sports, concerts, etc.) until they went back to the table.

Hey owners! You don’t want to “have” to raise ticket prices so no one can afford to come to games? Then don’t throw around $45 million dollar contracts. Because guess what? If someone offered me $45 mil to do what I do, I’d take it. I’d be a fool not to. It’s not the players’ faults that they accept strong offers.

Again, I say: Put the rulers down, get your dicks off the table and start negotiating with your brains.

To switch the topic:

One on of the writers’ boards, someone asked a question about writing for serials. I gave a rather long response, but it explains the way I approach each of my four serials, so I’m copying it here:

“I do each of my four differently.

THE WIDOW'S CHAMBER, the western -- I wrote out a basic plot that I call a "story arc" -- I know where I want the portion dealing with the secret of the widow's chamber to stop, and, if there's still interest in the serial, I'll continue with the characters' next adventures. As I write the serial, I keep finding interesting tidbits and tangents and stories and subplots to add in, which expands the story.

Since we are contracted with the understanding that what we write is OPEN-ENDED -- in other words, we're not supposed to say, "I'm only doing x issues", by working in large arcs, I can keep it going indefinitely.

Eventually, when the serials run their courses and rights revert back to me, I might then break them down into separate books in a series and do some serious re-writing. Because the piece isn't written in one period of time, but broken down and inter-written with other pieces, there's a certain unevenness that needs to be smoothed down if big chunks of it were to work as a book.

For TAPESTRY, the mystery, I wrote it as a novel several years ago, and there were some major problems. I wasn't happy with the finished product and I was trying to sell it anyway. Big mistake. I had my reasons and they were stupid ones that had nothing to do with the writing. Yet everyone who's ever read it or excerpts of it is in love with the protagonist. I'm reworking the novel into a serial format. It allows me to expand and explore characters and situations that had to be cut when I tried to keep it a lean mystery novel. For this piece, it works much better. TAPESTRY was originally envisioned as the first of a six or seven book series, all of which I'd outlined when I was marketing the novel, so I have plenty of material from which to work, as long as that one holds interest.

ANGEL HUNT -- the first chapter came to me in the shower one day, of all things, and I simply took dictation. I am completely flying by the seat of my pants, and have no idea where I'm going. I have some basic points I plan to hit, but each issue is a complete mystery to me. And yet, it's the one selling the best!

CUTTHROAT CHARLOTTE -- I played with the idea and the characters for about three or four months, and did some research on the period. I have certain historical events I want to hit over the course of it, so I have "islands" at which I'm aiming in the story, and using the episodes to find my way there. It's a combination of planning and flying by the seat of my pants.

Some of my episodes end in a cliff-hanger. Some end in a button. I found that ending every episode in a cliff hanger got too exhausting as a reader as well as a writer. Sometimes, you just need to take a breath.

I try to make each episode a scene or a part of a scene that stands strongly as an individual piece of reading, even though it doesn't wind up all the loose ends. I try to make it come out of what's happened before and naturally draw the reader towards what will happen next. I also create numerous subplots and wind up a subplot every thirty or forty issues so that the reader does get a sense of completion along the way and isn't held in suspense about everything indefinitely.

That's my current experience, anyway!”

Okay, I’ve rambled enough for one morning. I have one more issue of Angel Hunt to do and then I’m turning my attention to Cutthroat Charlotte for the rest of the day. Widow’s Chamber will have to wait until tomorrow, which means this weekend, I’ll have to do a huge push to get all those episodes done.

And there are articles that need my attention and . . .if I look at all of it, I’ll get overwhelmed. So I’ll concentrate on everything one page at a time.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html





Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Tuesday, September 14, 2004
New Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Partly sunny and cool


I fell asleep a little after nine p.m. last night, completely worn out both physically and emotionally. I feel better today, although there’s a knot in the shoulder I injured a few years ago, and yoga isn’t releasing it.

I revised episodes 59, 60 & 61 of Angel Hunt and sent them off. I realized I used some of yesterday’s frustration in the chapters and it worked. A character name Dani walked in the door and had a good bit to say, much to my surprise. I have a feeling she’ll be more important in the overall piece than I planned. My original intent was that she walks in, buys some stuff, and leaves. But she has other ideas.

One thing I love about the serials is that I can juggle a vast cast of characters. I could never get away with such a large group in a regular novel – although the first hockey novel, Clear the Slot, has a lot of characters.

I’m standing firm with Clear the Slot to balance the stories of all the team members, not just focus on two or three. That’s caused problems with agents, but there are a few editors intrigued. I need to do another rewrite – I want to cut about sixty pages and rework a few things and then I’ll do the next round of queries on it. Clear the Slot has been neglected far too long, and it’s the project closest to my heart.

Of course, the minute I sat down to my desk, they started mowing the asphalt again. Now, why do you have to mow asphalt at 8 o’clock in the morning? If I’d waited until 10 or 1 or whenever – the machines would be turned on the second I sat at my desk. It never fails.

Wrote the first draft of Issue #62 of Angel Hunt. Now to eat, do the morning chores, and head in to the theatre.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html


Monday, September 13, 2004

September 13, 2004
Part II:


The buzzer rang and it was DHL with a very small package. I was, naturally, curious, since it was addressed to me, and it was a small package instead of a large one – and I’m expecting my new printer to arrive any day now.

I opened the box and there was part of the printer.

A USB cord.

That’s it.

Way to go, Dell.

It’s obviously coming in bits.

I felt guilty as I placed the final ink cartridges in my Lexmark today, feeling badly about getting rid of the printer, even though it’s never worked properly in the two years since I bought it. But, eventually, I get some of what I request and I’ve received plenty of documents I’d never seen before, much less asked to print. Then, of course, the printer had the usual fit it has when I change ink cartridges and we battled for a good forty minutes before it calmed down and printed properly again.

End of guilt.

I keep getting “Runtime errors” in the Word processing program, which is slowing me down. Urgh. And my computer swears my new modem – which is supposedly identical to the one that was replaced – does not have fax capacity. Double urgh.

Managed to write episodes 59 & 60 of Angel Hunt and get started on episode 61. I’m so tired I can barely sit up.

I should have finished printing out the rest of what I need from the old e-mail account to finally close it down. While I’ve cleaned up 70%, there’s still 30% to go and I just don’t have the energy. I need to concentrate on my deadlines first. But I don’t want to pay for two accounts when I’m no longer using one just because it’s taking me forever to clean it out.

In one of my breaks (read “procrastinations”), I found (by accident) Blogsearchengine.com. I submitted my site, and then read about thirty or forty other blogs. It’s interesting to see the various points of view and the different ways people use this tool. It also makes me even prouder of the friends and colleagues whose blogs are linked to my page – their insight and talent shines far above most of what I read today. I have a few more links to add – for some reason, it always takes a few tries to get it right, so I have to do it when I’m caught up, and then I misplaced the links – it’s one of THOSE days.

I had a good cry this afternoon without much reason other than exhaustion. I felt better, until I turned on the news to hear about Iraq, Hurricane Ivan and the fact that the ban on assault weapons expires tonight. Now, there’s no reason for a regular citizen to own an assault weapon. It’s not like you use them to go hunting for your supper. The only reason to own one is to kill people. Lots of people. So why is it legal again?

Finished first draft of AH #61. Will eat some dinner, and then decide if I want to push ahead with #62 & #63, or if I should work on CC or WC as originally scheduled.

I could go to bed right now and be perfectly happy.

Devon



Monday, September 13, 2004
Dark of the Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and warm

I’m overtired and exhausted. I pushed myself yesterday. Angel Hunt: I revised issues 52, 53, 54, & 55 and sent them off. I wrote, revised and sent issues 56, 57 & 58. I broke down the upcoming week’s deadlines into segments I think I can actually do. But I’m overwhelmed anyway, and not sure how I can get it all done.

I felt I was floundering a bit in the overall vision of Angel Hunt. So I sat down to do both a character plot and a character list.

The Character Plot is a spreadsheet with the names of the characters running down the left column, and then the episode numbers running across. Whenever the character appears, I put an “X” in the column. It’s similar to plotting out a call sheet for a production, in that I’m tracking who is where when. It helps me see the overall flow, and whether or not I’ve lost track of a character who’s needed to push the story forward, or if I’ve forgotten someone. For instance, Niall and his subplot have been pushed aside for too many issues, and I need to bring him forward again, in order to raise Lianna’s stakes. By looking at my Character Plot, I can see just how far away I’ve veered from him, and work to bring the story back around.

The Character List is just that – each character’s name listed, with a paragraph or more (in the case of the leads) about them. This way, I can jot down details that may turn into helpful plot points later. I’ve dropped some hints in character details early on, but without finding the scraps of paper on which I’ve jotted down the story arcs, I might lose the importance without putting them onto the list.

I don’t do detailed Character Charts or Personality Profiles before I start my first draft. They work for many writers, but don’t work for me. During the first draft, I want the process of getting acquainted with my character. If I know everything about the character before I start, I stop listening to the character and try to make the story do what I want instead of letting it evolve in the best interests of the piece.

A thread on one of the boards upset me enormously today. I tried to craft a reasonable and well-thought out response when what I wanted to do was fly off the handle. Hopefully, I showed enough respect for the differing position while still demanding respect for my own. I don’t mind different opinions. What I do mind is ignorance being trotted out as fact because Mrs. Smith down the road claims to know what she’s talking about. It all goes back to fact-checking. Certain things, however, are difficult to check.

Well, the Chiron Retrograde is interesting. My soul’s purpose is certainly testing me. Hopefully, I’m rising to it – otherwise the upcoming Saturn Retrograde is just going to finish me off.

On the agenda for today are two more chapters of Angel Hunt, two of Cutthroat Charlotte, and two of Widow’s Chamber. I don’t like flipping around that much, but it’s the only way I can get things done. I also need to finish the press releases.

My front hallway smells better, but the building still smells like a swamp.

I’m hoping for the best for those in the path of Hurricane Ivan. I wish there was something one could do to dissipate a storm – like fly into it and sprinkle something that will quiet it. Maybe someday?

Or maybe Nature just needs to remind us occasionally who’s really in charge.

I feel about as inspired as wilted lettuce today. It’ll be one of those days when I have to rely on craft rather than creativity.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http:///www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Sunday, September 12, 2004
Waning Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant


The day before the dark of the moon is when my energy is at its lowest; unfortunately, there’s a good deal to do.

Yesterday was spent mostly in silence, in prayer and meditation in honor of those who died and those who were left behind. Wayne Gretzky had his Team Canada players wear patches commemorating 9/11 in the World Cup Game last night, and there was a moment of silence. He’s a class act all the way, and I realize how fortunate that we are of the same generation, and I’ve experienced his talent, his intelligence, and his graciousness first-hand.

By the way, Canada beat Czechoslovakia in overtime 4-3. It was an amazing game. Unfortunately, on Friday night, the US team lost to Finland. I’m sorry for the US, but since Miikka Kiprusoff is one of my favorite players, I’m happy for Finland. And Jeremy Roenick was an outstanding commentator, to my pleasant surprise. Since he’s often smarter than those sent to interview him, and doesn’t suffer fools gladly, he doesn’t always come off as well as possible in interviews (although he’s always highly entertaining). But to have him there on a live feed – one could really see what he’s made of, OFF the ice as well as on. And it's outstanding. I have no clue for which team I’ll root in the finals on Tuesday.

And that may be our last day of hockey for a long time. There’s been no agreement, and the owners will lock out the NHL players as of Tuesday night.

I hope the players stand firm for as long as it takes. They can’t back down. They should NOT agree to a salary cap. The owners’ greed is what caused this problem, and it is the owners that need to be policed and that need to police themselves. The players should not be penalized because of poor management decisions. You don’t need a salary cap. Simply do not offer obscene amounts of money in your contracts. It’s that simple.

Both sides need to take their dicks off the table and stop measuring them, and start negotiating with their brains.

And the players need to make the owners stand down.

I would not be sorry to see Bettman ousted over this. His anti-labor comments in Nashville in 2003 enraged me.

I managed to get some writing done yesterday, although not as much as I’d like. I completely rewrote episode 52 of Angel Hunt, and wrote 53, 54, & 55. I started 56 before I ran out of steam. I’ll continue with that and see how far I can go. I need to be through episode 63 to be where I need to be for the month, but I doubt I can do that much today.

Cutthroat Charlotte is already starting to sell, which is great, but means I have less time to get the first month’s episodes done than I thought.

And tomorrow, I have to start in on The Widow’s Chamber tomorrow in order to get my month’s episodes in for that by the end of the week.

So I’ll be writing three serials simultaneously and also working on articles.

I saw a radio job I really, really want and I’m putting together a packet for that. I seriously doubt I have a shot at it, but I have to try.

And the press releases have to go out tomorrow for both the Dialogue Workshop and Cutthroat Charlotte.

The front hallway smelled like a swamp because of the still-wet shoes from the flood. I pulled up the carpet, washed the floor and washed the carpet. I’m writing while I wait for it to dry. Also had to go out and get more paper and do some grocery shopping. The chores won’t do themselves, after all!

Good thing there’s no hockey tonight, so I can get something done.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html



Saturday, September 11, 2004

Saturday, September 11, 2004
Waning Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and beautiful


Today is the third anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. It is a day of mourning. It is a day of choice – how do we live our lives from here? How can we live our lives as a memorial to those who were murdered?

Each of us has to find individual answers to those questions. For myself, I want to:
--Remember to reach for compassion before anger
--Live each day as truly to my soul as possible
--Make my own corner of the world the best it can be for me and those around me.
--Not repress or deny my grief, but acknowledge it, accept it, and use it as a building block towards something positive – even if I don’t know what that something is yet.

It’s not about living as a martyr; it’s about living as a complete human.

I’ve certainly worked with enough Vietnam Vets over the years to recognize Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome and know that I have some of the symptoms. But I also know, from experience of working with people who have lived through trauma, that slapping a label on feelings doesn’t solve the issue. Or lessen the pain.

All we can do is live each day as fully as possible. And that doesn’t men to live it in a way that’s self-involved, but to live inclusively instead of exclusively. When our number’s up, it’s up – no matter where we are. No matter how we die, when it’s time for us to go, we’re going to go.

How do we deal with those who have no respect for life without becoming as life-desecrating as they are? I don’t have the answer to that. I’m searching for it – and I think that’s one of the reasons that, although I can no longer watch action/adventure movies with enjoyment, it’s why I’m writing more in the genre. It’s one of the aspects of life/personality/soul I’m trying to figure out. It’s an underlying theme in both Cutthroat Charlotte and Angel Hunt.

And I have no idea if I will ever find answers.

But I need to keep asking the questions and searching. Giving up only does more harm.

Devon



Friday, September 10, 2004

Friday, September 10, 2004
Waning Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant


The cats woke me at 4:30 this morning, out of a weird dream that combined working on a show with being on islands in the Caribbean (left over from both the storm watch and the pirate research). None of it made any sense, except for it being a complete and utter anxiety dream.

I finally got up at 7 to move the car back to the lot and check the brook, which has gone down to a reasonable level. It’s not supposed to rain today, so I should be safe. Also, I don’t want to take advantage of the good nature of the local police department – after all, I parked directly under a “1 hour parking” sign for two full days – although I left a note on the dash explaining why.

People in the neighborhood have their ruined belongings stacked on the curb, awaiting the garbage trucks. It’s sad.

I wrote ten pages of Amber Tiger yesterday – much of it while I waited for the pirate research to print out, which took several hours. If I try to work in another window while it’s printing, the printer pitches a fit and won’t print for the rest of the day. So I had to let it do its thing and write longhand. Amber Tiger fit the bill, and is going well.

But I’m way behind on where I need to be for Angel Hunt, and I’ll lose most of today.

I grew very despondent last night – between the upcoming anniversary of September 11 tomorrow, the problems in Iraq, the problems in Sudan, and the upcoming election, it’s just overwhelming. Dealing with the aftermath of 9/11 has not become easier. If anything, it becomes more and more difficult. Whether it’s discussed or not, those of us who live here (and, I assume, those in Washington), have to deal with it every single day, and will, for the rest of our lives, no matter where we go. Some days it’s fine. Many days it’s not. And new techniques to help people deal with it have to be created as we go along, because the ones already in place don’t work.

So when someone in another part of the country who didn’t live through the attacks onsite, who didn’t lose people, says, “Oh, come on, it was three years ago, get over it” – well, one never gets over something like this. You learn to live with it, and the learning process continues.

Oklahoma City has had to learn to live with it. Lockerbie, Scotland, has learned to live with it. And that’s what we’re trying to do.

Need to pull myself together to go into the city and get my errands done, then try to get some work done before I head for Old Greenwich later today.

I tried to reach Greenwich Continuing Education constantly yesterday to see if the reception was on – since we didn’t get the storms and more flooding as threatened – but no one answered or responded to be e-mails. So I didn’t go, and politics be damned!

The good news: Cutthroat Charlotte is up! With the artwork Michelle designed! It looks great:

http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html

And, my friend Colin has pitched an idea to KIC. I’m honored that he let me read the pitch – it’s excellent, and I really, really, REALLY hope it sells, because I think it’s a wonderful story.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/cutthroat-charlotte.html



Thursday, Sept. 9
Part II:

Somehow, my editor misplaced episodes 86-89 of Widow’s Chamber, so I had to reformat them and resend them. Angel Hunt and Cutthroat Charlotte are written in her format, but WC is in regular manuscript format and has to be transferred into her format for each issue. It’s time consuming more than anything, and my head’s not in 1852 right now, so it was a bit of a jolt. But it got done.

Found a great site for the research I need for Cutthroat Charlotte, and am printing off the info. It gives me good leads for further research. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t research this one on the fly, but that’s what’s happened. Oh, well, I better hop to it. The printing is taking forever because the printer is wonky, as per usual.

Using the time the information is printing to do some filing and also do some work on Amber Tiger.

Of course, now that we’re prepared for a major storm, it’s simply sat and been horrid and humid all day. The sun has sneaked a peak occasionally, and flood warnings are still out. My instinct is not to go to the meet-and-greet tonight in Greenwich. I e-mailed them to ask if it was happening and got no response. I just have a strong feeling I shouldn’t go too far afield tonight.

Finally finished The Clerk’s Tale and now am hungry for more Margaret Frazer books. Well, I can stop at a bookstore in the city tomorrow and get more. It’s not as though I have nothing to read around here!

Devon

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Thursday, September 9, 2004
Waning Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Humid, wet, rainy



People in the lower apartments were evacuated. We helped anyone who needed it to get their belongings to higher ground, checked on older people who stayed, and rounded up wet and confused outdoor cats, getting them to safety. I filled the tub and buckets with water, in case power/water/gas went out, made several pots of tea, hardboiled the eggs left in the fridge, made some sesame noodles to be eaten cold, and cooked a dinner of wild salmon with pasta in basil/pesto sauce for anyone who wanted some.

The police advised people to leave in case the power and electricity went out, and a little old Irish lady who’s lived here for 38 years said, “You’re full of shite” and stomped off in her wellies.

The brook is about 5 feet lower this morning than it was yesterday, but I’m leaving my car on high ground. There was an uprooted tomato plant with tomatoes still on it – if I thought I could safely rescue it, I would have taken it and replanted it and tried to find its owner when things dry out. A tree stump sits on the top of the bridge railing, which was completely underwater yesterday.

Today is supposed to be the day where Frances really hits. The air is so thick it’s like breathing water. I got my hair cut this morning – although I seriously doubt there will be a reception in Greenwich tonight, and even if there is, I can’t wear the good shoes that go with my dress, not in this weather. As it is, I don’t have any shoes that make sense in this weather that are dry – everything got soaked yesterday and hasn’t been able to dry. Since the laundry room is flooded, I can’t toss them into the drier. So they’re lined up on newspapers and dripping.

So much for having a few good writing days, right?

Oh, well.

I got word that the link for Cutthroat Charlotte is up, but my server won’t get me there to check it, so I can’t post it yet. Urgh. I managed to polish two issues of both Cutthroat Charlotte and Angel Hunt yesterday and get them to my editor. I’m way behind where I want to be on Angel Hunt, and feel rather distracted today. I’m going to take a few minutes to try to refocus, and then get back to work.

Now n2arts tells me they’re not accepting new articles for awhile. So much for that turning into a steady gig! I’ll make a note and re-query in a month or two.

The local paper had a section in about local colleges. I’m taking the information from it and using it as a basis to send out more class/workshop proposals for spring and summer.

I wish the thunderstorm would happen already. I have the pre-thunderstorm headache and it’s slowing me down.

And, in general, I want the storm to be over so that we know what we’re dealing with.

It was windy, and suddenly it got very, very quiet. I think it’s going to break any moment.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
Coming soon: Cutthroat Charlotte, an action/adventure pirate saga on the high seas!

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Wednesday, September 8, 2004
Waning Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Rainy and warm


So much for a day of writing without dealing with the Real World. At 9 AM, I had to move my car to higher ground. It’s pouring with rain, the streets are filled with water to the curb, and the brook a few blocks down the street is up to the top of its banks. According to my tide clock, it’s low tide.

The brook hasn’t flooded for quite a few years, since they built a new dam in one of the neighboring towns. However, I remember in the 70’s when I had to slog through the courtyard in water up to my waist, the basement apartments were wiped out, and cars bobbed down the street.

Nothing might happen, but I can’t risk it. I suggested that my neighbors move their cars, too.

I’ll check the brook again periodically throughout the day, and hope I don’t get a ticket where I parked. I left a note on the dashboard stating why I parked where I did. I can see the car from my third floor apartment window, so hopefully, it’ll all be okay.

Even if the electricity goes out, I have plenty of candles and supplies. Usually, the gas stays on even if the electricity goes out, so everyone can come here and I’ll cook up a big tub of pasta.

Glad I’m not scheduled for the show today.

A reader e-mailed me to ask why I was working on Amber Tiger when I have so much else going on. Why has the Muse smacked me upside the head with this right now? To really dissect it, I believe it’s my response to the massacre in the school in Russia that happened earlier this week. I can’t do anything about those people who held all those people, mostly children, hostage in a school and killed so many of them. But I can write something, that, on the surface, is very different, but has its roots in the need to protect children and both physical and karmic payback to those who consider children disposable.

Okay, back to work while there’s still electricity.

1 PM:
I couldn’t get the blog to publish, so I’m continuing.

Revised episodes 4 & 5 of Charlotte and wrote the first draft of episode 6. Did some work on Amber Tiger.

Convinced my neighbor to move her car. We checked the brook. It’s over its banks into people’s yards, and there are a few inches of water in the laundry room. Our regular parking lot is partially underwater, as is the street we had to drive on in order to get the car out. And tomorrow is supposed to be worse.

Better a parking ticket than to lose the car.

2:30 PM:
The parking lot where we kept our cars is completely underwater. The cars there are underwater up to the windows. The street is a veritable river, and the water’s reached as far as the courtyard. My tide clock was wrong – high tide will be tonight at 8 PM. We’re just past low tide now, but the water is rising moment by moment. Then sirens went off too late to warn anyone there was trouble.

And tomorrow is when Frances is supposed to hit.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
Coming soon: Cutthroat Charlotte, an action/adventure pirate saga on the high seas!



Wednesday, September 8, 2004
Waning Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Rainy and warm


So much for a day of writing without dealing with the Real World. At 9 AM, I had to move my car to higher ground. It’s pouring with rain, the streets are filled with water to the curb, and the brook a few blocks down the street is up to the top of its banks. According to my tide clock, it’s low tide.

The brook hasn’t flooded for quite a few years, since they built a new dam in one of the neighboring towns. However, I remember in the 70’s when I had to slog through the courtyard in water up to my waist, the basement apartments were wiped out, and cars bobbed down the street.

Nothing might happen, but I can’t risk it. I suggested that my neighbors move their cars, too.

I’ll check the brook again periodically throughout the day, and hope I don’t get a ticket where I parked. I left a note on the dashboard stating why I parked where I did. I can see the car from my third floor apartment window, so hopefully, it’ll all be okay.

Even if the electricity goes out, I have plenty of candles and supplies. Usually, the gas stays on even if the electricity goes out, so everyone can come here and I’ll cook up a big tub of pasta.

Glad I’m not scheduled for the show today.

A reader e-mailed me to ask why I was working on Amber Tiger when I have so much else going on. Why has the Muse smacked me upside the head with this right now? To really dissect it, I believe it’s my response to the massacre in the school in Russia that happened earlier this week. I can’t do anything about those people who held all those people, mostly children, hostage in a school and killed so many of them. But I can write something, that, on the surface, is very different, but has its roots in the need to protect children and both physical and karmic payback to those who consider children disposable.

Okay, back to work while there’s still electricity.

1 PM:
I couldn’t get the blog to publish, so I’m continuing.

Revised episodes 4 & 5 of Charlotte and wrote the first draft of episode 6. Did some work on Amber Tiger.

Convinced my neighbor to move her car. We checked the brook. It’s over its banks into people’s yards, and there are a few inches of water in the laundry room. Our regular parking lot is partially underwater, as is the street we had to drive on in order to get the car out. And tomorrow is supposed to be worse.

Better a parking ticket than to lose the car. Now to change my clothes for the fourth time today. And not out of vanity -- out of being soaked by the storm.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
Coming soon: Cutthroat Charlotte, an action/adventure pirate saga on the high seas!



Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Tuesday, September 7, 2004
Waning Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and humid

I had way too much fun in Old Greenwich yesterday and came home far later than I’d planned. But it was worth it, and a nice way to spend a holiday Monday.

I came home and wrote five pages (longhand) of The Oath of the Amber Tiger. That’s what Ilora, et al’s story is called. “Tora” has become “Taurin” because “Tora” and “Ilora” are too close, and it wouldn’t make a point in the story, merely cause confusion. The piece is unfolding itself strongly, at a rate where I seem to be able to keep up, even in longhand. I wrote five more pages today on the train and on my break.

I’m fact checking some information on Cutthroat Charlotte and then issue 4 & 5 will be ready. I think I want to tweak something about Silvanius Cowper’s attainment of Charlotte’s father’s business.

I need to take another pass at the three episodes of Angel Hunt and get them off tomorrow, too.

Although I had a good time (and worked hard) at day work – an understudy is on for an actor’s vacation, and I also had to prep the second understudy and the stand-by’s clothes, plus finish the turnover for the actress who left – I’m glad to be back here. I don’t have to go anywhere or do anything I don’t want to for the next two days. I don’t have to deal with any real people. I can immerse myself in my various fictional worlds and get some real work done.

I should try to get some of it started tonight, but I’ve started another Margaret Frazer book (The Clerk’s Tale), and I am well aware I won’t be able to put it down until it’s done. This will be the sixth book of hers I’ve read; seven more to go. No doubt I will buy them all during the course of the week and then devour them.

I have too much at stake right now to risk being around anyone negative. I need to be able to figuratively peel back the skin and just write without worrying about functioning in the Real World for a few days. It’s what’s commonly known among those near and dear to me as one of my “Writing Fits”. The good part is that they’re often quite productive, and the work developed during them is useful, not work that needs to be tossed at the end of it. In other words, the Muse is actually urging me on; it’s not just me having lots of frantic energy and having to jettison most of it. During a Writing Fit, good work actually flows. But downside of Writing Fits is I can’t plot them or plan them, and if they hit during a time where I’ve got other commitments in the world, it creates a lot of tension. I can’t focus on anything except the writing, but I’m forced away from the writing to deal with commitments.

This particular Fit, however, seems to have scheduled itself during a time I can actually give in to it. With a good night’s sleep and eating properly over the next few days, I should be able to get the most out of it.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
Coming soon: Cutthroat Charlotte, an action/adventure pirate saga on the high seas!

Tuesday, September 7, 2004
Waning Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and humid

I had way too much fun in Old Greenwich yesterday and came home far later than I’d planned. But it was worth it, and a nice way to spend a holiday Monday.

I came home and wrote five pages (longhand) of The Oath of the Amber Tiger. That’s what Ilora, et al’s story is called. “Tora” has become “Taurin” because “Tora” and “Ilora” are too close, and it wouldn’t make a point in the story, merely cause confusion. The piece is unfolding itself strongly, at a rate where I seem to be able to keep up, even in longhand. I wrote five more pages today on the train and on my break.

I’m fact checking some information on Cutthroat Charlotte and then issue 4 & 5 will be ready. I think I want to tweak something about Silvanius Cowper’s attainment of Charlotte’s father’s business.

I need to take another pass at the three episodes of Angel Hunt and get them off tomorrow, too.

Although I had a good time (and worked hard) at day work – an understudy is on for an actor’s vacation, and I also had to prep the second understudy and the stand-by’s clothes, plus finish the turnover for the actress who left – I’m glad to be back here. I don’t have to go anywhere or do anything I don’t want to for the next two days. I don’t have to deal with any real people. I can immerse myself in my various fictional worlds and get some real work done.

I should try to get some of it started tonight, but I’ve started another Margaret Frazer book (The Clerk’s Tale), and I am well aware I won’t be able to put it down until it’s done. This will be the sixth book of hers I’ve read; seven more to go. No doubt I will buy them all during the course of the week and then devour them.

I have too much at stake right now to risk being around anyone negative. I need to be able to figuratively peel back the skin and just write without worrying about functioning in the Real World for a few days. It’s what’s commonly known among those near and dear to me as one of my “Writing Fits”. The good part is that they’re often quite productive, and the work developed during them is useful, not work that needs to be tossed at the end of it. In other words, the Muse is actually urging me on; it’s not just me having lots of frantic energy and having to jettison most of it. During a Writing Fit, good work actually flows. But downside of Writing Fits is I can’t plot them or plan them, and if they hit during a time where I’ve got other commitments in the world, it creates a lot of tension. I can’t focus on anything except the writing, but I’m forced away from the writing to deal with commitments.

This particular Fit, however, seems to have scheduled itself during a time I can actually give in to it. With a good night’s sleep and eating properly over the next few days, I should be able to get the most out of it.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
Coming soon: Cutthroat Charlotte, an action/adventure pirate saga on the high seas!

Monday, September 06, 2004

Monday, September 6, 2004
Waning Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and cool



Started off the day by doing three loads of laundry. I actually enjoy laundry – you can see what you’ve accomplished when you’re done.

Ilora, Constantin, Pablo and Tora are talking a lot in my head, but not answering the questions I need answered in order to write their story. So I’ll let them gab for awhile and just listen.

Meanwhile, I have other work to do, so they can only be heard when I’m doing dishes or laundry.

Cutthroat Charlotte needs attention, and I have to get going with Angel Hunt. This is my week to do the entire month’s worth of episodes for AH. Plus, there are articles that need attention and press releases to be done for the class in Greenwich. And a couple of short stories need work. The list never ends.

Wrote episodes 4 & 5 of Cutthroat Charlotte. They need some work. I’ll put them aside and then do revisions later tonight or tomorrow. I also want to do some fact checking about women’s property rights in 1718.

Angel Hunt is the most challenging of the serials. It takes me longer to get into the groove of it each time, and I’m constantly wrestling with it. I like it when I’m in it – it feels right – but there’s always resistance with that one. Maybe part of it is because I’m asking questions that mean something to me, and seeking answers much like the character is. If only I was as talented and together as my protagonist!

Of course, all I really want to do is bury myself in more Margaret Frazer novels, but I’m not allowing myself to do so until I’ve written more on Angel Hunt. I’m in the middle of issue 51 right now, and I need to write up through #63 in order to be where I need to be by the end of the month.

Since Lianna is about to meet The Hermit, maybe I’ll take out some of my tarot decks, pull the Hermit cards, and see what kind of inspiration I can get from that.

I pulled the Hermit cards from The Herbal Tarot (associated with licorice), The Tarot of the Old Path (called “The Wise One”), The Medieval Scapini, The Celtic Dragon, and the Arthurian. Okay, cards, talk to me!

Although, I guess the whole point of being a hermit is not having to talk to anyone!

Reworked episode 50 of AH, wrote the first drafts of episodes 51 and 52. I will work on 53 when I get back this evening, and then I need to turn out two episodes per day for the rest of the week. It would be nice if Wednesday could be particularly productive and I could do three or four, and then have a few more days at the end of the week for Cutthroat Charlotte.

Researching women’s legal rights in South Carolina in the early 1700s. I want to double check the details of business and property rights. I’ve found some info on the Internet, which I’m double-checking with an historian friend, and also asking her to point me in the direction of more info.

Now, I have to get ready for this afternoon. I’m going to a cookout in Old Greenwich. I’m doing a good deal of the cooking, which is great, because they have a magnificent kitchen. And two dogs.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
Coming soon: Cutthroat Charlotte





Sunday, September 05, 2004

Sunday, September 5
Waning Moon
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Cloudy and muggy


Well, it’s been quite a weekend, and a long week, and I’m glad to be home and get back to my “real life.” I’m starting to sound like May Sarton on one of her cranky days.

I may have been a little too cheerful at the prospect of this being my last scheduled day on the show for awhile. I hope I didn’t hurt any of the actors’ feelings. I truly enjoy the actors on this piece, and miss interacting with them. However, the time has come for me to concentrate on what I’m supposed to be doing, which is the writing. And I can’t do eight shows – not on this show, anyway – and write at the level I need to be writing right now.

Hey, I’m trying to learn this Chiron Retrograde lesson (Chiron is about the soul’s purpose) before the Saturn Retrograde later in the year. Because if I haven’t learned it properly this time around, Saturn will kick my ass around the block!!! (Saturn is the planet of life lessons).

The city is slipping back into its usual frantic rhythms. There’s still a high alert, but everyone’s breathing a sigh of relief that the RNC has left town.

The shows went well. My body can feel the results of handling the heavy costumes eight times this week, but the track I was on has less emotional stress than many of the others, and I prefer it.

I realized about half way through today’s show that transitioning out of theatre is the right choice, and it’s okay. I’ll miss things, but there’s no reason for it to be heartbreaking drama. I’ve had a great career for over 20 years in this business. I’ve done things most people only fantasize about, and then don’t even know what it is they think they desire. I’ve been lucky. And I’m grateful. And it’s time to go before I become bitter and angry like far too many people who stay in the business too long.

I got the administrative information for the big Y in NYC, and I’ll put together a teaching proposal for them.

I haven’t done any work on the serials or the articles that I needed to do this past week.

But, as I walked back on Saturday early morning from the grocery store, two characters began to speak in my head – Harriet and Benjy – and I have much more information than I really want on them right now. I think many of their adventures will take place in Northumberland. It’s time for me to write about that area of the world that I love so much. I jotted it all down (taking dictation – I’m so glad I never learned shorthand or I’d be stuck in an office for my whole life) and it’s sitting in the notebook waiting to be dealt with. Several other characters – Ilora, Constantin, Pablo, and Tora – also had a lot to say. They, however, are from a different piece.

I’ve become obsessed with Margaret Frazer’s Dame Frevisse mysteries. I’m gobbling them up at a rate of one per day. I bought three more on Friday, and I’ve already read two of them. I’m not reading them in order, and they do cover time chronologically, so it’s rather like putting together bits of a puzzle. When I’ve got them all, I’ll start at the beginning and re-read them in order. I don’t think I’ll mind that at all. They are definitely worth re-reading.

I’ll wind up buying more of them this week, although I should wait and pay some bills first. But they’re like an addiction. And books are an addiction I allow.

I have the 9/11 Commission Report sitting on the table, staring at me balefully. As a citizen, I need to read it, even though I watched a good portion of the hearings. I need to know, in my own time, and in detail, what they found out. Even though it’s going to make me angry.

I managed to write an episode and a half of Angel Hunt on Friday. I think I’ll move some of the “half” episode back to the earlier episode – I think it will flow better and have a better cliffhanger if I do that.

Elsa’s Sweater was rejected – by a publisher to whom I’d submitted it nearly a year ago! So I have to turn that around. And I have to get out press releases, query letters, write six more episodes of Cutthroat Charlotte, and the month’s worth of episodes for Angel Hunt. Not to mention the articles which should have been written last week and weren’t.

Tomorrow I’m only going to write a half day – and Tuesday I’m at the theatre. But the rest of the week is all about typing.

I feel hopeful.

Devon
http://www.keepitcoming.net/widows-chamber.html
http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html
Coming soon: Cutthroat Charlotte, an action/adventure pirate saga on the high seas!