Friday, June 17, 2005
Sunny and cool
They actually had the heat on this morning, which I thought was a little excessive.
Tired. I’m trying to pace myself so that I don’t use everything up for the show. But it’s hard. It’s especially hard because there are some people working on the show who really hate their lives; instead of changing what doesn’t work, they punish everyone around them. And I’ve told a couple of them to stop. “I’m sorry you hate your life; don’t take it out on me.” I mean, if someone’s trying to pour a pail of manure on you, wouldn’t you step back and tell them to stop?
Show was okay. Treated myself to magazines while waiting for the train on the way back. I couldn’t find the yoga magazine I wanted, and they were out of the French Elle (it helps boost my French to read magazines in the language), but I found some other stuff I wanted.
I did a good few pages on Elusive Prayers. Got in another shooting (hey, it's a western), got in some good dialogue. Although the plot touches on the plot for Widow’s Chamber, I’m also letting it do its own thing. The two pieces need to be able to stand independently from each other.
My friend Michelle wrote episode #3 of the KIC soap – I’m glad; our episodes will be close together.
Glamorous Hearts is in production – I hope it starts running soon – I can hardly wait to hear what they’ve done with it. And I want to write another script for them. Originally, they’d talked about mounting a new production every month, but that hasn’t happened. I would love to write three or four scripts per year for them.
The artwork for Tapestry is up. Check it out at: http://www.keepitcoming.net/tapestry.html. I’m very happy with it. The art for Widow’s Chamber should be up soon.
I was in absolute agony for much of last night, because, suddenly on the train, I wondered whether or not I’d turned off the kettle before leaving. I always have a routine of checking windows, doors, stove, etc., before I leave. I did it, but, because I was still in 1853 Missouri with Elusive Prayers, I didn’t remember the actual awareness of anything within the routine. Thankfully, muscle memory won out and everything was fine. But it was a difficult few hours. I was more worried about the cats than anything.
I made the big decision to raise my business writing rates to be more in line with the fair market value around here. Several friends on the freelancers’ forum did so and got more clients, instead of less, because the clients knew they were serious about their work. I also have to work more aggressively on my prospect list. To make my financial goals in this arena, I need a mere ten billable hours per week. There’s plenty of work out there – it’s just a case of putting myself in contention for it.
I may have landed a couple of articles over the next few months for a publication for which I used to write, but recently haven’t. They publish quarterly, and I have some ideas I think might work well in upcoming issues.
We’re discussing August dates for Saratoga. That means I’ll probably write Lighthouse Lady before But Is She a Betting Man? so that I can actually poke around in Saratoga to check geographic details before submitting that novella.
The trip to Maine has to be pushed back a week because some work came up – my grandmother’s fine with it, so it’s all good. I have to let my friends in Boothbay know and I have to do the preliminary research so I know where I’m actually going in Bath to do research.
Best of all, one of my favorite people in the world will be here next week on business, and I can’t wait to see him.
Today’s agenda: a couple of issues of Charlotte, work on Elusive Prayers, work on the horse racing piece, and then errands before I head back to the city.
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