Friday, August 26, 2005

Friday, August 26, 2005
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant

So Pat Robertson, a preacher, is calling for the assassination of the president of Venezuela. There you go, boys and girls, your Christian leaders at work. Am I hallucinating, or is there a Commandment – not a Suggestion, mind you, but a Commandment in the little book called The Bible – which these guys claim they live by – that states “Thou Shalt Not Kill.”?

It does not say “Thou Shalt Not Kill except . . .”

It says “Thou Shalt Not Kill.”

This is a prime example of why I do not go to church. I can’t stand the hypocrisy.

Jon Stewart’s having a lot of fun with this one on The Daily Show.

According to Brigitte Bardot, fishermen in France are sticking hooks into the snouts and legs of puppies and kittens and using them to lure sharks. The injured, dying animals are then eaten by the sharks while they’re still partially alive, so the fisherman can then kill the sharks. Where is PETA for this one? I have a suggestion – let’s chop up some of these fishermen and use them for bait.

I don’t pretend to live by The Ten Commandments.

Human beings, by the fact that they supposedly have brains and hearts and souls, are the guardians of this planet. Human beings make the choice to breed too many horses that are then slaughtered, not spay and neuter animals, and then do not take responsibility for the animals they bring into this world. Unfortunately, many humans do not take responsibility for the other humans they bring into this world, too. That is something that has to change. If your dog has puppies or kittens, especially if you were too damn lazy or stupid to have the animal spayed or neutered, you are responsible for them. Period. And that doesn’t mean drowning them or dumping them in a shelter. It means finding them a good, safe home. Whether it’s a pet or a baby, if it came into the world under your watch you are responsible, and there have to be stronger consequences for people who ignore their responsibilities.

On a sad note: Ginny, the mixed breed shelter dog who rescued over 900 cats in her career died of old age yesterday at 17. Two books have been written about her, and she made all sorts of television appearances. She loved cats, and could find them in pipes and dumpsters and all sorts of things. 900 cats had a second chance thanks to her. RIP, Ginny.

So, yesterday, I hop on the internet to look up “one’ thing.

There went my day. The entire day ended up being about research. Not necessarily a bad thing, but I didn’t get done everything I wished, writing wise. It’s set up a good foundation for the 1930’s piece.

I did not get any work done on the serials. The uncertain future has soured it for me. I need to find a way put aside my frustrations and do what is best for the work – which is finishing off my stories and then getting out of Dodge. I have to focus on the bigger picture and not get caught up in daily pettiness.

At least I was online to chat with Colin in his Live Author Chat yesterday afternoon, which was fun.

I also started re-reading David O. Selznick’s book Memo, which I’d originally read as a film student back in the 1980s. If you love the behind-the-scenes aspect of filmmaking, this is the book for you. He was infamous for his memo-writing. There’s an entire section of memos from the making of Gone With the Wind that’s pretty astonishing. It’s one of those that you can’t put down – although it should be dipped into rather than read straight through or you’ll get tired. And it’s about 600 pages. But it’s giving me what I need for background.

Another contender for the NaNoWriMo piece is the piece inspired by the Piano Man figure. Yeah, he admitted that it was a hoax. But I’d written my outline early on, and my outline is quite different as to the whys, wherefores, and what happened. Besides, the actual guy admitted he was going to commit suicide – he obviously needed the quiet time in the rest home for a few months. It was a kind of an off-the-wall way to get help, but he needed help, and, hopefully, he got some.

I watched my friends’ horse run yesterday on simulcast. I’d seen the filly work out oh-so-early on Wednesday morning, so it was nice to see her run. She was quite speedy early on –set a blistering pace – but faded back later in the race.

I need to handicap this weekend – Travers Weekend! – before heading for the city.

I started editing the Round Table interview. I’m going to take it with me to the city, and maybe work on it some more during the train ride and the break. I want to start pitching it next week.

Off to handicap.

The Thirteen Traveling Journals Project
The Place and Space Journal Project
Circadian Poems

Elusive Prayers
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The Widow’s Chamber
Angel Hunt
Cutthroat Charlotte

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