Sunday, April 24, 2005

Sunday, April 24, 2005
Full Moon
Jupiter Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Lunar Eclipse
Cloudy and humid

A small plane crashed just a couple of miles away from here yesterday, near Westchester County Airport. The emergency services units were amazing in the rapidity of their response. Unfortunately, both the pilot and the student pilot in the plane were killed.

The plane was owned by a company on my Prospect List which I contacted a couple of weeks ago. The two people killed were both connected to the company. My condolences to everyone involved.

The basket’s done, and now we’re trying to coordinate delivery. I have it wrapped in cellophane, but it obscures the contents too much and doesn’t look as good as when the basket is open. But how to protect the contents?

I’m working on simple and more complicated logos for my sites. I want to get the prototypes for the T-shirts and the Tote bags done in the next few weeks. I considered just doing everything through Café Press, but I can’t to work the Exchange Project through them, and the only background colour for shirts is white. I think I’m better off at least starting it on my own. I have e-mails out to T-shirt manufacturers to see if I can get discounts, or if anyone participating in the project can get discounts so it counts as either bulk or wholesale, even if the quantities aren’t huge.

Nancy Drew turns 75 this week. As I’ve mentioned before, the books meant a lot to me growing up. So did many of the other series, such as Beverly Gray (my favorite) and the Penny Parker books written by Mildred Wirt Benson, who wrote the first Nancy Drew books as Carolyn Keene. I like Penny because she can be a real brat and doesn’t toe the socially acceptable line. Yet her intelligence and compassion win out in the end.

One of my favorite blogs is Shane Nickerson’s, Nickerblog:

It’s become a daily addiction. Through his blog, which I found via Wil Wheaton’s blog, I’ve also been exposed to some of his work, which I like a lot. It’s always great to find people whose work means something to you. He’s a wonderful writer with a delightfully conversational style.

I also admire the ease with which he lives and works in LA. Not that he’s not working his butt off, because he is. He works hard and gets solid results. But I hate LA (although I’ve had some wonderful times there and can only hope the photos have been destroyed) – it seems like another planet to me. I’m prickly and edgy and embody all the negative stereotypes of a New Yorker whenever I’m there. I try to spend as little time there as possible. I can’t tell you how many meetings I’ve had out there, being told how much they “love” (right!) my writing but don’t know what to do with me because I don’t fit into a niche (that’s right, and I’m not likely to start), but if I moved out there, I’d be hired in no time. “You have to be around, in our faces, available at a moment’s notice.” Honey, there’s e-mail and fax -- I can live wherever I damn well please. And LA does not please me.

Well, hell, I’m not going to pick up and move 3000 miles across the country to a place that encourages me to have a nervous breakdown in the first fifteen minutes without a signed contract and a check that’s cleared.

It takes a hell of a lot of money to get me on the plane to Los Angeles, and it takes even more money to convince me to get off the plane.

More power to those who are happy out there!

So many people applied for the teen mentoring opportunity, it’s doubtful they’ll need me. At least I offered. When the time and place are right, it will all fall into place.

I’m having bad spasms in my lower back – hopefully some yoga later today will unknot it. Didn’t get any work done on the serials yesterday, so I have to make up for it today. In addition to three full days at the theatre this week and Lemonade in Eden on Friday, I have to be ready to leave town at 6AM Saturday. It’s going to be a hell of a week.

Oh, and the door handle to get out of the apartment building came off in my hand this morning. Jammed it back on so I could get out – but now the key won’t work to get back in, and I had to come in through another section and travel through the basement to come up in my own section like a prairie dog.

The clouds look like they’re clearing slightly – I might dash out to walk on the beach. The magnolia trees and some other white trees (not dogwood, but I don’t know what they are) are in bloom. It’s beautiful.

Let’s hope for a productive day today or I am screwed.

For a free issue of any of the above serials, click the appropriate link and download.


At 11:55 AM, Blogger Debra Young said...

"...I had to come in through another section and travel through the basement to come up in my own section like a prairie dog."

Yeah, I hope I manage a productive day too.

At 11:46 PM, Blogger shane nickerson said...

Thanks for the link! I appreciate the kind words.

At 4:18 AM, Blogger Green-Eyed Lady(GEL) said...

Hi Devon!
Your visit to my blog put a bright spot in my evening. I relish interesting commenters.

The news of these untimely deaths saddens me. I have a sensitive artistic soul; if the day ever comes when I become apathetic then it means something is seriously amiss, like a stroke or whatnot.
Waht type of baskest do you make/coordinate? (It sounds like a volunteer effort. Forgive me, but I'm still mutli-tasking as I prepare for artshows, mother, and all the etcs, so if that news is here on your blog, just please re-direct me!)

Cool to read about Nancy Drew. I, too, grew up reading her as an elementary school kid. I'm smiling about Carolyn Keene. I grew out of Nancy Drew into Agatha Christie, Sherlock Holmes, and too many authors to list here.


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