Thursday, June 9, 2005
Celtic Tree Month of Hawthorn
Sunny, hot, humid
Actually, it started yesterday. I managed to keep it at bay to do the matinee, but, by the time I got home, it was full-blown, and it’s only gotten worse.
I survived the matinee yesterday. I was doing one of the star tracks for the first time – and the collar on the dress broke at Places as we got her in to it and then the zipper stuck in the first change and it was not pretty. The rest of the show was fine, but the beginning was awful.
Let’s hope I never actually have to DO the track.
I watched Dancing With the Stars last night again. Even though I don’t really like it, how could I not support a colleague that I do like and enjoy? I don’t know why the judges keep giving the blonde model high marks – she’s vile and not anywhere near as good as the judges say. They see the long legs and not the personality (or lack thereof). And thank goodness that Trista chick was voted off – honey, you stayed around too long anyway, you swore you were done with television yet here you are again, and the general public is SICK of you and your attitude of entitlement! My former colleague did quite well. He and his partner are moving on to next week. I won’t get to see any more shows, because I work Wednesday nights, but I wish him well.
Rolled out of bed this morning and called Scotland. Our fellow writing group member and friend Colin (Freedom from the Mundane), at right, has been out of touch since the 3rd, and we were getting worried. I read back over his blog and saw the Leith Festival was in full swing, so I hoped he was caught up in that. He’d also mentioned back pain, so I hoped it wasn’t that. I searched The Scotsman online, and the only mentions I found of someone under the same name is a professor very involved in the ecological welfare of Scotland. Our Colin has a healthy love and respect for nature, but I don’t think it’s the same guy. I figured if I didn’t reach him, I’d send some of my buddies from the Last Drop and the Oxford in search of him.
“Think you’re Nancy fuckin’ Drew, do you?” one of them asked me. “All right, then. Ye need me to go round the pubs lookin’ for him, let me know. Still think you ought to jump the next plane yerself.”
Ah, if only! :)
(I didn’t even think he knew who Nancy Drew was – hey, the guy’s actually LISTENED to some of my ramblings over the years).
So I dug up Colin’s phone number and called. He’s home, he answered, and we chatted. I’ll leave it to him to fill everyone in on the details when he feels up to it. He hasn’t been well the past few days, but is on the mend, thank goodness. And it was good to hear a Scottish accent again (although it took a few sentences to re-attune my ear).
I, however, was fairly incoherent, since it was before my first cup of coffee.
Anyway, Colin, feel better soon! You are missed!
You never want someone to feel trapped or hounded, but, in this day and age, we all have to look out for each other. And let our friends know we’re there for them no matter what, even if separated by oceans.
My next entry will deal with a special KIC promotion for my serials that only runs from today through June 13. It’s called the “First Fifty Promotion”. Details will appear on the site shortly.
We’re having trouble with the artist for Angel Hunt. He’s not communicating directly with me, not answering any of my questions, not returned the contract, sends slightly modified artwork to the publisher, and then tells her he doesn’t understand why I say he’s not communicating.
She sent him a strongly-worded e-mail today and now we’ll see whether it’s a genuine mis-understanding (due to language or whatever) or if it is simply arrogance.
And the other artist is still AWOL.
The final pre-Belmont article is up on FemmeFan:
and “Belmont Ink” will run here later today.
Now, to try and get some more business done for the promotion, etc., and maybe, just MAYBE, get some writing done.
For a free issue of any of the above serials, click the appropriate link and download.