Thursday, May 05, 2005

Thursday, May 05, 2005
Waning Moon
Jupiter Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Sunny and cool

Two issues of Charlotte polished and sent off before leaving for the city yesterday. So that’s a relief. I’m setting the stage for the trial of Anne and Mary, which will start in just a few issues.

It was a beautiful day, but boy, did we walk! Up from Grand Central, to the restaurant on 53rd and 7th – my favorite French bistro place. On the way, we paused at the stores for the Museum of Art and Design and the MOMA Design Store. Their merchandise is beautiful, and, in my opinion, completely worth the price. I may well do some shopping at both of those stores before the big move – there are modern, beautifully designed items that I can see mixing with the simple lines of the New England-style, Shaker-style and Federal-style furniture that I prefer. Some of the new Finnish-designed items are especially lovely – sleek lines, beautiful curves, but without being cold and stark.

As always, the food was wonderful – I had a smoked salmon crepe and a glass of pinot grigio. We then walked up to Central Park, which my mother’s friend had never seen before. We wandered through the Park, which is gorgeous now as it comes into bloom. And many happy dogs dancing around their humans. I got to play with lots of them. We wandered up the west side of the park to Bethesda Fountain. Film crews were all around there – it looked like both a film shoot and a magazine shoot for one of the bridal tomes were going on at the same time, so they were all climbing over each other. We crossed the Park, exiting on the East Side.

I wanted to grab a cab to head back to the station, but there’s some weird agreement going on between the cabs and the doormen on Central Park – they only stop for the doormen – time for a complaint to the Taxi and Limousine Commission – so we ended up walking back from 72nd St. to 42nd St. We later figured we’d walked the equivalent of seven miles. Considering that my companions are hovering around eighty years old, that’s quite a feat.

We stopped briefly at the Waldorf Astoria on the way back. There was a CFO convention taking place, and the lobby was filled with businessmen on their cell phones. There’s nothing quite like the ego boost when you walk into a room full of businessmen and several dozen of them get so distracted by your presence that they drop the phones! Especially since my mind was elsewhere and it was unintentional on my part!

My grandfather told me, years ago, “Walk into a room like you own it and someday you will.”

Came home, caught up on some business work, checked out the Draw for the Derby field (more in that later in the Derby Ink entry).

The promo for Lost turned me off so badly that I nearly skipped it last night. From the promo, it looked like it was going down the Ten Little Indians route – and a direction that would disappoint me. However, I ended up watching it, and I’m glad I did. The comic relief scenes handled by Josh Holloway and Dominic Monaghan were lovely – just the right touch. The fact that the only way to keep Claire’s baby quiet is the sound of Sawyer’s voice is quite a clever and fun device. Shannon proved just how nasty and rigid she really is (I’m sure Maggie Grace is having fun with her). I’m glad there’s a rift between her and Sayid – he’s too good for her. I’m sure plenty of people will excuse her behavior as grief, but it runs deeper than that. Locke’s in a terrible position, and I’m interested in seeing how he handles the island’s “betrayal” and tries to keep balance between what he believes are the island’s gifts and the needs of the survivors. Jack’s crossed the line from trying to do the right thing to righteousness – I like the character less and less, although I think the actor’s doing a good job. During the funeral scene, it was good to see Sun comfort Kate – I have the feeling that Sun is the first female friend Kate’s had in a long, long time. I still think Boone will somehow return, in some form. And I’m hoping the entire show won’t end up being Charlie’s heroin nod as the plane’s going down – let’s stay away from Dallas-type fantasy seasons, please.

I am doing the mentoring program, and I’m quite excited about it. I think it will be fun. And I think I’ll learn as much as the mentees.

Two of my editors are leaving their respective posts. One, the editor for Emerging Women Writers, has already left. And one of my Llewellyn editors – with whom I worked for seven years! – is going part-time at the end of the week, so we’re only going to be working on one annual next year. The other pitches are being farmed out to other editors. Two of them I’ve worked with before, and we have a good relationship, so that will be fine. But losing an editor – especially an editor with whom one works well – is always tough. I want them to go on and have happiness and success in their new ventures, but I also will miss our partnership.

So, while I’m trying to be adult and sane about it, part of me is freaking out.

A few comments on several of the forums I frequent have gotten on my last nerve lately. On one, an aspiring writer talks about a novel that she can’t seem to get around to finishing. She says she has the passion to write, but can’t get organized. Now, in my opinion, either she needs to drop it and do something else, or she doesn’t really want it enough. If you’re going to do this as a career, you put you butt down in the chair EVERY DAY and you do the work WHETHER YOU FEEL LIKE IT OR NOT. Another aspiring freelancer claims she “can’t” get organized enough to stay in regular touch with her clients. Well, then, she doesn’t deserve the clients. That’s part of the deal. Yet another one didn’t do her prep work and whined that the client flat out told her he didn’t want to work with her. For good reason. She walked into a meeting with no idea of what the client needed, and hadn’t done any homework. Why should he work with someone like that when there are, literally, thousands of writers who will walk in prepared?

It’s one thing not to know the protocols of the business and ask questions and learn. We all have to start somewhere. It’s another to have the attitude that the writer “can’t be bothered” to do the actual work. And far too many wanna-bes think it’s all about floating around and coming up with something brilliant whenever they deign to feel like it, and then getting applause.

Um, no. It’s damn hard work and it’s doing it EVERY DAY.

I often feel I fritter away far too much time in the course of a day, and it wasn’t until I was away from my desk for four days and tried to catch up that I realize how much I actually get done. Because there are plenty of hours on many days when I don’t feel like doing a darned thing. But I push through, and I’ve assembled a good list of credits, and I’m building my business.

As much as I love it, this is my business, not my hobby.

There’s nothing wrong with writing as a hobby, but it’s a whole different approach.

Oh, and Brother Joseph (from Widow’s Chamber) wants his own novella. He’s got something to say.

“Write Your Own Reality”, the article that I wrote for Anne Wayman for, is now on her new site:

We have another adventure to go on later today, so I better get some work done on Tapestry before we leave.

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At 8:02 AM, Blogger Colin said...

I'm really glad you got the mentoring post. Whoever you get has gotten a great deal and I hope it goes well.


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