Tuesday, October 31, 2006







Armed and ready for Nano.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Waxing Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Samhain
Partly sunny and warm


Happy Samhain, everyone!

May this be the start of a wonderful new cycle for you all!

I’ve got as many mentees as I can handle now for Nano, and tomorrow’s the big start. I am raring to go!

I can’t believe how freaked out I am to be without a printer. This is silly. There were plenty of days before printers. Get a grip!!!

I’m finally waking up early naturally again. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to set my alarm, because my Nano pages will be done first. Hopefully, I won’t need it too often.

Normally, I get up, do my yoga and meditation, shower, then post my blog entry, and start my writing day. For Nano, I’m getting up extra early. I’m making coffee. I’m doing my Nano pages. Then I’m doing my yoga, taking my shower, and starting my writing day.

I’m giving myself this week to read the rest of the Evanovich material, and then, next week, I have to start writing the essay. Two weeks to write; one to revise. It should work.

Getting the printer to the repair place in Yonkers was a nightmare. The guy, however, seems really nice, so I didn’t suffer too much anxiety leaving my “baby” there.

However, it took me two hours to reconfigure the wiring here at home so the DSL and the telephone could work. They are both routed through the printer (because there’s a fax machine in the printer) and there’s lots of running this cable here and through a router and then over here making a spiderweb and all that stuff. So everything was labeled before it was unplugged, but then I had to work via trial and error to see what had to go directly into the wall and what could be taken out completely. For awhile there, I had too many cables and not enough jacks, but I found out if I took out a couple of cables, I could piggyback the remaining ones and, somehow, it all runs again. So far.

Typical Mercury Retrograde.

After wrenching my knee and hurting a ligament in my foot from all the crawling around, I took one pill from a bottle of pain reliever I bought in Montreal (for a headache, a “mal a la tête” – it even sounds better in French, only then I forgot about it) – and, for the first time in months, I was completely without pain. Of course it’s much stronger than anything I could get over the counter here, and I only took one pill because I figured two would cure a horse, but it was nice to be pain-free for even a few hours.

Unfortunately, it also affected my ability to construct coherent sentences, which made writing . . .well, let’s just say it was a non-issue for most of the day.

So I’ll have to be in really bad shape to take another one of those pills again.

The Thirteenth Tale turned out to have some wonderful twists in it, and it was quite a beautifully written and satisfying novel.

Did a little work on Token and Affections, but I can feel my focus shifting to Nano already. It’s all-consuming and doesn’t even start until tomorrow! Also, I find myself slowing down on Token, taking an almost sensual pleasure in the physical act of writing in longhand – because I know what’s coming with the quantity over quality for the next month. Token is something where each chapter needs to ripen before it can be written. Although when I work regularly on it, I often do one chapter per day, it can’t be rushed.

In other words, NOT a Nano-type project.

I also realized that I’ve been so busy focusing on Morag and Simon, my protagonists for Assumption of Right, that I have no subplot. No B storyline. Well, I have a few hours. I’m sure I can come up with something. The weaving it in might be a little tough; but, if worse comes to worse, I can always sketch it out as addendum pages at the end of the first draft, and go back and layer them in for the second draft. I’d rather not work that way, but . . .

AND, I need to buy some new CDs. Morag is the type of woman who’ll listen to lots of Celtic music – Loreena Mackennitt, Capercaillie, Jim Sutherland, Iron Horse, Old Blind Dogs – maybe with some Melissa Etheridge thrown in. I’ve got all that. But Simon – he’s more of a Charlie Parker/Duke Ellington/Coltrane type guy. I have mostly jazz funk – I think I ought to pick up at least one Coltrane CD. Because, Goddess forbid I should understand how to download music and keep a playlist on my computer.

Since the chapters alternate points of view – odd chapters from Morag’s point of view, evens from Simon’s, even though it’s all in third person – I’ll play “their” music during their POV chapter

Actually, I tried to download music. But what’s the point of having a CD burner when it will only burn a single song on the CD and for every download it tells you to put in a blank CD? And it claims to have downloaded the music files into a “temporary file” – but won’t tell you where it is?

So I download a bunch of songs I want onto my hard drive – but if I don’t burn the entire CD at once – I can’t add songs as I wish. That’s ridiculous. The whole point of having a “rewritable” CD is to be able to add and subtract at will.

I should be able to pull whatever files I want, one by one, onto the CD. Not have to burn the entire thing at once.

Total bullshit.

I HATE FUCKING MICROSOFT!!!!!!!

On that happy note . . .

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October GDR Evaluation:
Complete
:
Prep for Assumption of Right
Lit Athlete Column for November
4 Dog Blogs

In Process:
Real (it’s longer than I expected)
“Disappearing”
DE site

Postponed:
The Fix-It Girl
Revisions on Clear the Slot
“Books and Bones”
October Newsletter

Additional:
Typing Shallid
Worked on outline for Dixie Dust Rumors
Token and Affections

Untitled Preternatural
PEN events
Began Middle Marie
Worked on “Christmas Treats”
Revision requested for Tumble

Reading:
Diaries of Dawn Powell by Dawn Powell (unfinished). Excellent.
Visions of Sugar Plums by Janet Evanovich. Cute.
Agatha: A Novel of Mystery by Kathleen Tynan. Good.
One for the Money by Janet Evanovich. Very good.
Two for the Dough by Janet Evanovich. Very good.
Three to Get Ready by Janet Evanovich. Very good.
How Nancy Drew Saved My Life by Lauren Baratz-Logsted. Very good.
Four to Score by Janet Evanovich. Good.
High Five by Janet Evanovich. Good.
Hot Six by Janet Evanovich. Very Good.
Seven Up by Janet Evanovich. Good.
Ghost Road Blues by Jonathan Maberry (unfinished). Excellent.
Morrigan’s Cross by Nora Roberts. Good.
Dance of the Gods by Nora Roberts. Good.
Hard Eight by Janet Evanovich. Very Good.
To the Nines by Janet Evanovich. Very Good.
Ten Big Ones by Janet Evanovich. Very good.
A Play of Knaves by Margaret Frazer. Good.
Metro Girl by Janet Evanovich. Very Good.
Strange Affair by Peter Robinson. Very good, but the copy editing errors were distracting.
The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield. Very good.

The Evanovich and Roberts books were in connection with paid projects – amazing how much I can read when there’s $$ involved! And how differently I read when I’m breaking down for structure instead of trying to completely lose myself in a book.

It’s weird – I felt I did so much this month, and looking back . . .I didn’t.

Off to the theatre.

Devon

Token and Affections – 13,000 words out of est. 15,000

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
13 / 15
(86.7%)

Monday, October 30, 2006




The Steamboat Ticonderoga, which used to ferry passengers on Lake Champlain, now housed at Shelburne Museum, Shelburne, VT

Monday, October 30, 2006
Waxing Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Cloudy and cold

Did you miss me? ;)


There’s a Halloween Celebration over on Circadian Poems.

A short piece on Samhain over on Kemmyrk.

Sometimes, you just need to take a few days off to tend to the personal life and do some re-evaluation. So that’s what I did. I traveled up to Vermont and Montreal. A little recreation, a little romance, a lot of trying to figure things out.

I’ll post a few pictures every day – I took a lot, and it would be tedious if they were all in one continuous swoop.

We stopped in Saratoga Springs on the way up, to have a quick snack at Mrs. London’s. They have some of the best pastries ever, and the atmosphere is lovely. Saratoga Springs, off-season, is much more relaxed. The tension caused by spoiled rich brats treating townies like crap during racing season isn’t there, because they aren’t there. A much better atmosphere, all around.

We continued up past Glens Falls, then headed over into Vermont, where we took Rt. 7 up to Shelburne. That was supposed to be just a simple overnight – but we ended up spending far more time in Shelburne than we planned, having fallen for the town. It ended up being base camp, and we radiated out from there.

If you ever get a chance, go to Shelburne to visit the Shelburne Museum. I’d never heard of it before, and now that I’ve been there, I’m thinking I don’t know much about museums! I expected it to be little and cute. Instead, it’s on 49 acres of land. 35 buildings from the 18th and 19th century house a myriad of exhibits – many of which have been moved to the location, including the Colchester lighthouse, a covered bridge – and the steamship Ticonderoga, which used to transport up to 1100 passengers at a pop on Lake Champlain. Yes, you’ve got a major steamship dry-docked in a field. It was amazing.

Of course, being partial to steamships, I crawled all over the darned thing and took photo after photo.

There are exhibits of quilting and weaving and printing and weathervanes. One of the galleries had a Georgia O’Keefe exhibit. There was a display of early Quebecois furniture. A Greek revival styled house holds the actual furniture from the founder’s Park Avenue apartment. The detail in the fireplaces and the moldings around the doors and windows is exquisite. And the doorways are nearly two feet deep. The portrait of the founder herself was painted, along with her mother, by Mary Cassat, and the painting hangs in the front hallway of the house.

There is a magnificent collection of carriages, phaetons, and sleighs. The Kaleidoscope quilts are astonishing, and I’ve never seen such a collection of bandboxes in my life. There’s an entire small two-story house filled with duck and fish decoys.

We only saw about a third of everything that’s there – it’s not nicknamed “New England’s Smithsonian” for nothing.

It is, hands down, one of the most fascinating and unique museums I’ve ever seen.

We visited the National Museum of the Morgan Horse. I may write about thoroughbreds a lot, and I love them, but I’ve always had a special place in my heart for Morgans. I love their attitude and their intelligence. If they like you, they’ll forgive you. If they don’t – the rider doesn’t stand a chance. I didn’t know that the breed was a unique American one, nor did I know that it originated in Vermont.

Where else did we go in Shelburne? The Vermont Teddy Bear Company (of course). And I bought a teddy bear. Of course. A plain one. I don’t need to put doll clothes on my bears. Never really been into that.

We tried to go to a local orchard, planning to make a major purchase. All the info we saw on the orchard said the store was open every day, year round, except for holidays. Well, first of all, the road is poorly marked. Secondly, it’s so badly rutted (it’s not even paved), I was sure I’d break an axle. Third, the damned place was closed. They didn’t even have the courtesy to have a sign up saying they were closed – just stacked apple boxes across the driveway. I was pissed off, let me tell you. There’s no reason it can’t be correct in all the info being distributed all over the damn place. And I’m sure as hell not going back there in the summer, either. There are plenty of other orchards in Vermont, and THEY will be the ones to get my business. Especially if they’re on paved roads.

I’m tired of small businesses complaining about how hard it is to survive when they don’t observe basic communication and courtesy. I go out of my way to support small businesses. But I’m not going to drive a half hour, find out it’s closed, and then come back some other time. Communicate!

I had two favorite places in town. One was Village Wine and Coffee – I could have moved in there, and, believe me, I could write several novels in their café section without blinking. The coffee’s fabulous – and so are the prices – café au lait for $1.50 and an enormous peanut butter chocolate chip cookie for 99 cents. I’m in! Plus, they have a great selection of wines. I grabbed a couple of bottles, and a lovely textured bag in which to carry them. Both the staff and the local clientele are very nice – and over half the tables had people working on writing whatever it was they wrote. My kind of place. I’d take a detour just to go back there.

My other favorite place was the independent bookstore, Flying Pig Bookstore, which is housed in the old Shelburne Inn. It’s lovely and light, with a terrific selection of both adult and children’s books, and a completely delightful staff. Again, if I was ever within an hour’s drive, I’d make the detour. Definitely worth it.

On the way to Montreal, the car’s front tire was unhappy (do you blame it, with the likes of Orchard Road to beat up on it?) and I pulled in to the Heritage Ford dealer in So. Burlington to look for help. All I really needed was some air in the tires – but, according to the three gas stations at which I stopped, gas stations in Vermont don’t have tire pressure facilities. Huh? I do it all the time down here. So I had to go to the car dealer. Everyone was very nice, and they fixed us right up within minutes. And wouldn’t take any money for it.

We cut back across Lake Champlain across Swanton back into Rousses Point, NY and then on up towards Montreal. It took longer than we thought, and the weather was terrible. The road lies close to the surface of the lake, and it’s kind of brackeny-marshy. Really good horror movie stuff. Of course, that’s when HG from last week decided to call – he’d waited so I wouldn’t feel stalked – and it’s a little awkward due to my traveling companion -- and here he is ,wanting to know where I am, and here I am saying, “Oh, I’m driving across some swampy thing in Lake Champlain in the pouring rain.” He takes a beat and then says, “You need to be airlifted out?” “No, I’m good. I’m just waiting for the dead to rise out of the swamp.” I had to ring off because I really needed to have two hands on the wheel for this kind of maneuvering and it was hard enough to drive through this without ending up in the lake AND try to take pictures without adding cell phone conversation in to it. I’d be very surprised if he ever called again. I think he’s used to more, um, normal, women.

It seemed to take forever to get to Montreal – the roads between the border and the city are just dreadful. AND all the infotourisme places are shut down for the winter, which is annoying.

Montreal is a beautiful, fascinating city, and I want to spend more time in it. It is, however, very expensive. Books, in particular, are priced much higher than in the States, so if it’s something I can get down here, I do. Rather than racing around trying to do everything and getting tired and frustrated, we focused mostly on downtown and old town. I mean, I HAD to make a pilgrimage to the Bell Centre. Unfortunately, the Habs were down in Boston, so no hockey game for me. But I wandered around the rink a bit, cursing myself for not having the foresight to call ahead to the office. But a bunch of stuff was unlocked, and I sort of wandered at leisure and unbothered, and my wandering didn’t seem to bother anyone else. You know, an empty hockey arena is a little bit creepy.

Old Town is truly beautiful. There’s a lot of development down there – it seems more positive than negative, and I hope people weren’t unhomed in order to make way for development. And it’s also a great deal of restoration, not just tearing it down to put up glass boxes. There’s a lot of fascinating art and architecture, a lively Chinatown right beside Old Town, and plenty to do. I could have spent a week just in Old Town.

My one extravagance was a bowl by a potter name Ronald Pothier. I saw his work in one of the galleries and absolutely fell in love with it. It reminds me of the cave paintings in France. It was one of those unique things I felt I’d never come across again, so I bought a piece and the gallery gave me his card. I’m going to explore his site and hopefully purchase more pieces over the years. Sometimes a piece of art or pottery or whatever just enchants, and that’s what it was for me.

What drove me nuts about Montreal was how bad the maps are. Now, I have no natural sense of direction. But give me a map, and I can get around like a local. However, the maps in Montreal only name a few streets. The rest of the streets are left nameless. So, if you haven’t noted various street names in your wanderings to find a landmark, you’re out of luck.

Basically, whatever street I was on was sure NOT to be named on whatever map I had in my hand. And, in the course of my time there, I picked up a damn lot of maps.

I had way too much fun on the Metro. The shape of the car makes much more sense – and there’s no gap to fall down. And the metro is fast, clean, and lots of fun.

Everyone we came across was very nice. I could understand everything said to me, but it was difficult to find the speech quickly enough to respond. As long as I made the effort, they were kind enough to switch to English without fussing. By the time I got comfortable again with the French, we had to leave.

We came back down through Vermont – a much easier way, but also desolate and some of the worst roads I’d ever seen. Not quite as bad as the road to the orchard (can you tell I’m still REALLY bitter about that) – hey, this one was paved. But still in bad shape. And we passed two fatal accidents driving back, in Canada, which is always sobering.

It was a relief to be back in Shelburne, and be greeted by locals saying, “If you move to Shelburne . . .”

Vermont’s small enough so you can get from Burlington and Shelburne to Rutland and Middlebury and Bennington without too much grief.

When we finally did head back, we took back roads down through Vermont (stopping at Dakin Farms and the Maple Museum –where I bought a stuffed moose to keep the teddy bear company). There’s a town called Brandon where every lamp post and tree in the town center is decorated with an individual scarecrow – some in little old lady nightgowns, some in fancy dresses – it was so much fun. And every firehouse in Vermont seems to be sponsoring a haunted house event for Halloween.

We stopped in Bennington for lunch – and so I could hit the bookstore, the great secondhand bookstore, and the chocolate shop. The chocolate shop has an enormous chocolate moose (giving a whole new meaning to chocolate mousse) standing on the center table. I photographed it, so it’ll be posted. Hilarious. And what’s more fun than spending time in a store full of chocolate? When you’ve just spent time in a bookstore and are on your way to another bookstore?

We kept meandering down through the Berkshires – if there was time, we’d have stopped in Williamstown and gone across to the museum in North Adams – but we were running out of time. When we hit the Mass Turnpike, we went west, and then took the Taconic back down.

Tired, but it was a good trip.

Worst Dining Experience:
La Villa in Shelburne, VT
– There’s only one other couple in the restaurant. It’s the middle of the day. The other couple’s almost done. We order a pizza. Nearly 30 minutes later, the waitress comes over and tells us that the chef burned the pizza and has to make us another one. Now, I saw the “chef” chatting instead of paying attention to her work, so I know why the damn pizza burned. This is a pizzeria, people. You’re supposed to know how to cook a pizza! Had this been a classy joint, they would have offered us some sort of beverage or appetizer while we waited. But this isn’t such a place. 20 minutes later, I stood up to walk out and they brought it over. And it was mediocre. So skip La Villa in Shelburne, because it’s not worth it.

Best Dining Experiences:
Village Coffee and Wine Bar
– Shelburne, VT. Great sense of community. Great coffee, food, wine, and price.

Sauce – Shelburne, VT. Terrific food, great atmosphere. Okay, so I ordered the duck and they gave me the hanger steak, but it was so good I didn’t send it back. TC had the burger and was in heaven – it was enormous. I could have used it to feed a dinner party. The food is beautifully served and well prepared. The price is very reasonable for the quality.

Papillion – Montreal, Quebec – the stuffed pork was one of the most tender, well-prepared, and well-seasoned dishes I ever ate. Their Greek salad is a joy, and their pepper soup was delicious. The house wine is better than most expensive wines in upscale restaurants. The service was perfect and friendly. Price is reasonable.

Alldays & Onions – Bennington, VT – bright, friendly, and great food. The fries are perfect – hot, crisp, salty. The curried chicken was terrific – just the right heat. TC took the option of building a custom sandwich and was a happy camper. Prices are good, too.
Among the things I liked and appreciated most in Vermont was the sense of education, intelligence, personal and political responsibility, and a general sense of appreciation for life. Perhaps because Vermont is such a small state, every political act is very personal. And no one seems to vote simply for or against a party or “that’s the way my husband votes”. They can give solid reasons for their votes.

It made coming back to suburbia with the bitchy, spoiled brats swanning around with misplaced senses of entitlement all the more nauseating.

Then, there was all the catch up. Dealing with hundreds of emails. Sorting out the rejections. Getting a request for a revision for a novella – and trying to figure out where I can fit it in. Acupuncture – because, between the theatre work and the writing and the driving, I’m a mess. Getting everything organized for my mother’s birthday. Dealing with the upcoming Tenants’ Organization meeting.

Trying NOT to get caught up in bad habits.

What is my priority?

Writing.

What gets in the way?

Me being unfocused, not holding my boundaries firmly enough, not balancing enough between working and playing. I need more playtime. I need to cut back on internet time, but I want to do that without giving my cyber friends (and other friends) short shrift. I never want to become one of those people I loathe, who claim they have “no time” to read their friends and colleagues’ books, articles, blogs, websites, et al, and keep up. You got no time for me, buddy? Guess what? I got no time for you, either. I’m going to spend my time with people who cherish me the way I cherish them – whether they can do anything for my career or not.

Bluntly, most of the people who claim they have “no time” to keep up with the work of their colleagues aren’t turning out work good enough for me to miss if I don’t read it.

In writing, as in theatre or most professions, those at the top of their game also tend to be the kindest and most generous.

The others – you know what? We can cut them away, and they won’t be missed.

I’m NOT, however, going to waste my time with people who make excuses and drain the writing blood out of me.

And I don’t want to get caught up in the businessy-marketing crap so much that the writing suffers.

Got to write it and make it perfect before you can sell it.

It has to be balanced.

What do I want to write?

Whatever interests me at the moment.

Yes, he who pays most and has the earliest deadline will get the bulk of my attention. However, I am NOT going to write with only an eye to market if I’m not interested in the subject/character/whatever. Because the quality won’t be worth money. There won’t BE any quality. It’s the same thing with theatre – most people I know in tech will work any job for which they’re hired. I HAVE to believe in the show – even when I acknowledge its flaws – or I can’t work it.

I’ve said it for years – if it’s not worth doing with passion, it’s not worth doing.

There are also things I need to study, in order to broaden my horizons. So that has to be factored in, too.

I have to figure out how to get the relocation back on track, while still recovering from the trauma of the past year. I really don’t want to move during the holiday season. I’d rather sit tight for a few more months and then – well, hell yeah, I’d be moving in the middle of a blizzard probably, but I’ll deal. A friend of mine who’s a shrink says I’m one of the scariest cases of post-traumatic stress disorder she’s seen because I’m capable of functioning fairly well for long periods of time – until I’m not. Events piling up – 9/11, Katrina, the Situation – have all created this enormous trauma that will take years to deal with. So, you just do one day at a time, learn the warning signs, and don’t hesitate to cut toxic people out.

I got home before the big storm hit this weekend, and used the time to catch up, get some writing done, and do some fun stuff for my Nano Adoptees. I want to create some fun motivators and “rewards” for hitting particular points in the process.

I will be without a printer for god-knows-how-long. Typical Mercury Retrograde. I tried supposedly compatible Staples brand ink in the printer and it mucked up the printer heads. Canon Tech Support and I tried everything we could – my only option is to take it to a service place in Yonkers. I’m very, very nervous to be without a printer – I might beg a friend to go down every few days and print out my work.

Can I just say I am so over everything Staples I’m in search of a new office supply place? I’m done. The last six weeks of dealing with them has been a pain in the ----.

If Canon still made baby bubble printers, I’d get one of those, just to tie me over. But they don’t. And I need to deal with photos and scanning and . . .but I want my multipass – which finally worked perfectly – not a new one.

I worked on some Christmas present stuff, and also did more prep work on my Nano, Assumption of Right.

I’m frustrated with the Nano calendar, because, again, nothing in the city is scheduled on a day where I’ll be in, or, if it is, it’s at the opposite time of when I’m free. Again, it’s all for 9-5ers. This was something discussed at length last year, but shrugged off, and obviously, that’s happened again this year. Hopefully, some of the Westchester stuff will happen during the day – several people seem open to it, and maybe I can meet some people outside of the calendar.

Picked up Janet Evanovich’s How I Write. Very fast read, culled from the Q&A of her website. Again, material for the essay. The 12th Plum arrived from Strand (thank you, everyone there, for always going the extra mile for me), so I’m going to reread 11, read 12, read two romantic/comedic pieces she’s written, and that, along with HIW, is, I think, everything I need to attack the essay. I have a feeling I’ll do a lot of aimless writing in the beginning and then focus, focus, focus until I say what I want to say in the most direct way possible.

My mother’s birthday was fun – she had her marbled cheesecake as her birthday cake. A friend sent her a cooler of steaks – filet mignon and strip sirloin. So I made strip sirloin brushed with aioli and baked potatoes. Served on the good Limoges china, with candles. And the marbled cheesecake and Italian coffee served on the hand painted dessert china. Jazz on the CD player. Scented candles. A good wine. All in all, a good birthday dinner.

Tonight, I’m stuffing Cornish Hens with herbed apple/raisin/celery stuffing, mashing some potatoes, and making my delicious parsnip/carrot sauté. Yum.

I’m reading The Thirteenth Tale. It’s beautifully written. The second chapter, in particular, is a must for anyone who loves books. But there’s also a great deal of cruelty in the book, and if the cruel do not get their karmic return, I will be dissatisfied, no matter how well-written. I’m tired of the celebration of cruelty, in all mediums. I think we’re training future generations that cruelty is cool and acceptable, when it isn’t.

I am panicked at the thought of being without a printer.

I’ve dropped into the world of Tokens and Affections without much effort. But I have a strong suspicion it will go past 15K. Once I hit the 15K mark, I’ll re-evaluate. The publisher will accept a lot more than 15K for this piece – I just figured I could “knock it out” quickly. Famous last words.

Somehow, I have to figure out how to schedule everything in addition to Nano. I think, rather than spreading myself out over 2 pages per project over a half a dozen projects, I’ll focus on one non-Nano at a time.

Again, famous last words.

You know what else is cool about Flying Pig Bookstore? One of the partners is in Nano, and we crossed paths when I talked about how great her shop is! All together now, “It’s a small world after all . . .” Oh, dear! Now that darned song will be rolling around in my head all day. Quick! Put on the death metal! Before it’s too late . . .

GDRs for 2007 coming soon. Stay tuned.

Oh, yeah, and HG called. I was pretty surprised. And I wasn’t driving through a swamp this time. We’ll probably go out for a meal next week, if we can align our schedules. It being Mercury Retrograde, I’m not holding my breath.

Devon

Token and Affections – 11,875 words out of est. 15,000

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
11 / 15
(73.3%)

Monday, October 23, 2006

Monday, October 23, 2006
Waxing Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and cold

“Picnic in San Fernando” by Rachelle Arlin Credo is today’s poem on Circadian. Circadian will be offline for the rest of the week, and return next Monday.

Show was okay yesterday. I was glad to come home. Some monkey madness – having trouble with the bolts in the second act, and my monkey had to come offstage early when one of his wings caught the scenery when the bolt popped.

Photos posted below (last night) from the art installation “Sky Mirror” at Rockefeller Center. It’s a fascinating, beautiful piece and I love taking photos.

Any excuse to exercise the new camera, right?

Finished reading Strange Affair. The story is very good, but the copyediting errors drove me crazy – wrong names for people in sections (should have been one person, but used the name of the person in the previous interrogation, etc.), wrong words – inexcusable. I can understand a single error in a book, but there were too many in this one. It kept jarring me out of the world.

Worked on Middle Marie. The deadline is February 1, with Periwinkle on January 1. If I can work dribs and drabs over both in the next few months, I can do a final push in the weeks before each deadline and get them done.

I found an anthology that I think will be a good fit for “To Die For.” Now, I just have to get it there.

When I walked to the bakery tomorrow, I saw the window paintings for Halloween – our town’s businesses give up their windows for a few weeks so that kids can paint them for Halloween. The work is lots of fun.

I’m trying to come up with some fun stuff for my Nano Newbie Adoptees – one of whom is deployed in Afghanistan. Pretty intense, trying to write a novel in a month under those conditions.

My own Nano schedule will consist of getting up earlier than normal (I’m thinking 5:30 AM on days when I didn’t come home at 1AM from the theatre), do my Nano pages first, THEN do my morning yoga, then shower, have coffee, and do the rest of the writing that needs to get done that day.

Correction: coffee must come first. I can’t possibly do my Nano pages without coffee.

I’ll be off line for a few days – but with lots to tell when I get back.

Devon

Sunday, October 22, 2006






These photos are of the art installation "Sky Mirror" at Rockefeller Center in New York City. I think the piece is fascinating and used the new digital to take these photos on my way to the theatre today.

Sunday, October 22, 2006
New Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and cold



ME Ellis is one of the most prolific writers I know. And her goal for next year? 5 novels at 80K and as many novellas as she can. THAT’S the kind of dedication and commitment I admire. And hope to emulate.

My best wishes, thoughts and prayers go to Bailey, who recently lost her mother after a long illness, and Sue, whose father just had surgery. Thinking of you.

Tired and sore. Two shows yesterday – they were fine. My second act monkey is busy kidding around and comes up late and there’s not enough time to bolt in his wings and get him onstage. I can only do as much as I can do – when you’re spinning bolts, there’s only so fast they can go.

I’m glad this is my last day on the show for awhile. I’m dragging.

Got a bit of writing done yesterday; not much. Had dinner at West Side Sushi – it’s quiet enough so I can write there, and the food’s good.

I need to re-prioritize projects post-Nano. I think I need to move Periwinkle up in the queue because there’s interest in it, and I can’t sell it if it’s not written. There’s also interest in a project in its earliest stages, called Middle Marie. Token and Affections is coming along nicely, and I have a choice of two homes for that – I’ll have to see how long it is (I have a sneaking suspicion it will be longer than 15K). And I have to get the reconfigured piece out to that interested editor (pre-Nano). So I’ve got a good bit of rearranging to do. Because when there’s interest, you have to follow up immediately – if you wait until there’s “time”, you lose the opportunity.

I “adopted” a couple of Nano newbies, and I’m looking forward to cheerleading them through the process.

Off to the train again – only one show today, so it’ only an eight or nine hour day, with commute time.

Finished Metro Girl – I like Alexandra Barnaby much better than Stephanie Plum. Her learning curve is sharper. She doesn’t seem to repeat mistakes, the way Stephanie does (and, after twelve books, that repetition of mistakes gets old for me). Started reading Peter Robinson’s Strange Affair, which is fascinating. He’s a wonderful writer – we crossed paths for several years at conferences in Nottingham, and I like him as a person, as well as respecting and liking his writing a lot.

Devon

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Saturday, October 21, 2006
Dark Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and cold

So they’ve found more human remains on the Ground Zero site, as they’ve been preparing to build. Not bone fragments –arms and legs. And wallets. I can’t tell you how upsetting it is, first and foremost to families who lost people, and secondly, to everyone else around here who’s filled with disgust at the way the entire rebuilding is handled.

Yesterday was NOT a particularly productive day. I was tired and achy. I overslept, and got a late start. Oh, yeah, and there’s that guy I threw into a display stand at an office supply store.

You couldn’t have scripted it better. I was in a MOOD, on my way to the third of these chain office supply stores – I had to drive to a different frigging STATE to get something that should have been a ten minute round trip. And this guy in a business suit is just inside the doorway, babbling on his cell phone, flailing his arms. THREE TIMES, I asked him nicely to let me pass. And he ignored me. The fourth time I tried to just sidle past – and he hit me, full in the chest, with his flail. Hard enough to knock me off my feet.

So I threw him into a display case.

I have a big rule about no one hitting me.

He starts screaming he’s going to call the cops, I tell him to go ahead. And then this other guy turns up (big, handsome guy) and picks up Business Suit Boy by the scruff of his neck and tells him if the cops turn up, he’s going to testify that Business Suit Boy assaulted me. So BSB goes scuttling out there sideways like a crab, I thank Handsome Guy, and go get my stuff. He goes off to electronics land and gets his stuff.

Meanwhile, the staff’s trying to pretend nothing’s going on, but they’re giving me a wide berth. Not a good day to get on my bad side. I’d lost a half a writing day because the office supply store up the street can’t stock what they promise me they order.

HG materializes at the checkout and walks me to my car, because he thinks BSB is the type who’d lurk in the parking lot and try to start something. Personally, I think BSB crawled back to his cubicle and picked on his secretary, but whatever. HG’s parked next to me (a black Jaguar) and I tell him good thing he’s not driving a Lexus or I’d have lost all respect for him.

I start driving back to my own damn STATE, and I notice HG’s behind me. Two cars back, but come on, you think I’m not going to notice? So I pull into a restaurant parking lot. He pulls up beside me, and I say, “If you’re going to follow me, we might as well eat.” So we went out to lunch, had a good conversation, and parted ways. He runs a business further up in the state, and was down on a consulting job. He asked me for my number, and I said, “You’re just going to run the plate on my car and get it that way”. He says, “So you might as well give it to me, then” and I said, “No, you’re gonna have to earn it.”

I work with good looking actors all the time. I don’t need to fall all over a guy and give him my number just because he’s handsome. Plenty of women are giving him their numbers all the time. He’s the type, and he knows it.

Besides, I’m not available.

I came home and took some Advil. My shoulder hurt before I pitched BSB across the room, and I didn’t do it any favors with my little display of temper. And I have a bruise in the center of my chest. Only hurts when I breathe.

Plus, it did occur to me that BSB and HG could be working together on some sort of scam. So I’ll be doing a little research, instead of simply believing what HG told me over lunch.

Good thing I didn’t take the permanent slot on the show. If I’m this tired and crabby after a half a week, can you IMAGINE what I’d be like permanently? Talk about Bride of Godzilla!

It was an entertaining diversion after a frustrating morning. I don’t expect to hear from him, and I’ll use it as the opening scene for some piece of fiction some day.

Checking job boards, getting stuff organized for next week, doing business and admin stuff. The world of Token seems just out of reach today, although last night, before the show, I managed to do a rough outline of Chasing the Changeling, which is the sequel.

Meanwhile, I’ve reorganized some of the projects around here and I’ve got all the Plums in one box right by the desk now. Strand got the 12th Plum for me – I’ll be all set as soon as I read it. I’ve taken a bunch of notes, and I’m going to write out all sorts of examples and theories, then look at the patterns and draw conclusions, based on the patterns. 3-5,000 words is a good-sized essay and it has to have some meat to it.

I am having way too much fun on the Nano forums. Must. Cut. Back.

They said the rain would stop at noon and it would get sunny. I needed a rowboat to get across the street to the train station in the late afternoon, it was raining so hard.

Bet they’d be more accurate if they were only paid when they were right . ..

Show was fine. Monkey madness, but that’s par for the course. Damn those luggage clips! Last Christmas, the assistant supervisor gave us all tee shirts that read, “Yes, I really do dress flying monkeys for a living”. That says it all.

Finished A Play of Knaves and started Evanovich’s Metro Girl.

I am tired and sore. I feel run down and I absolutely cannot get sick right now. Way too much on my plate.

Off to the theatre for another 14 hour day.

Devon

Friday, October 20, 2006

Friday, October 20, 2006
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Rainy and warm



6 pages on “Anomalous”. Working out plot points ahead of time, even without writing them down, helped.

16 pages on Token and Affections. Another two scenes with Declan Bluesmoke – surprising me in the best possible way! Originally, the primary dynamic was supposed to be between Elmira and the human John Belthar – but Declan’s come in and appropriated the central conflict with Elmira. John’s still vital to the story, but in a completely different way.

It was very hard to pull myself away from the world of Token and Affections and get on the train to do the show. It was almost as though I had double vision – the world of Token superimposed over the world I’m walking around in.

So I closed my eyes on the train and gave it a chance to settle.

Show was fine. They spoke to me about taking a permanent track to replace the person who’s leaving, and I said I thought we’d all be better off as a swing; for a permanent slot, I’d feel I needed to make a clear-cut commitment for at least six months, and right now, I can’t do that. They figured that was the case, and they want to keep me as a swing, but they also didn’t want me to think the job wasn’t being offered. So it’s all good.

New contract ratified, so we get our raises and retroactive pay. Didn’t even have to take a strike vote this time – it was all done in just a few sessions.

The cats wanted nothing to do with me yesterday, because I’d been out of the house for two 14-hour days, and then out last night for work again. This morning, however, they are Velcro Kitties. However, I’ll be at the show again tonight, and tomorrow’s another 14 hour day at the theatre.

A few errands; laundry pushed back to Monday morning; some writing; and then – back to the theatre.

Started reading Margaret Frazer’s A Play of Knaves. I like the Joliffe novels. It’s interesting though, how he’s changed now that he’s central to the series and not just the most interesting character in the Dame Frevisse books. He had more of an edge in the other books, and some of what was hinted at in his past seems to have been dropped.

Devon

“Anomalous” -- 3,750 words out of estimated 7,000
Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
3 / 7
(42.9%)


Token and Affections – 9,875 words out of estimated 15,000
Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
9 / 15
(60.0%)

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Thursday, October 19, 2006
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Cloudy and mild

Two shows yesterday, and I’m hurting. I’ll need several yoga sessions to try to untwist the kinks.

Shows were fine. The goat ripped the knee out of his pants and the Tin Man’s arm came off in the second show, so off we go to repair today. But nothing major.

Did some work on Assumption of Right and did some plotting on both “Anomalous” and Token and Affections. In order to make the extraordinary fit into the logic of the story’s world in both, I have to make sure that the practicalities make sense as a foundation.

A. and I went to dinner at our favorite French restaurant – chicken, mashed potatoes, asparagus, and a chocolate hazelnut crepe for me, mushroom ravioli and a strawberry crepe for him. Yum.

Finished To the Nines and Ten Big Ones. It’s interesting – the series went off track a bit, and now seems to be getting back – for a few books there, the growth of the lead character was sacrificed for a type of comedy which, when you’re reading the whole series back to back, began to grate on me. Probably with only one book coming out a year, when one reads them as they come out, one forgets the details and it’s no big deal. I also found continuity errors – since part of my work is continuity, inconsistencies tend to glare out at me.

The twins are up to something – ever since a Russian Blue won Best in Show at the Garden this week, they’ve both been impossible. And Elsa is racing around the apartment like a small ox, crashing into everything in her path.

Sigh.

Quick peek around my Daily Blog Reads, and then I want to get some words on paper, even though I feel a bit fuzzy-headed this morning (and everything hurts). Raked stages take too much of a toll on the body.

Devon

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Cloudy and warm

“Heart Break” by Wren Fallon is up on Circadian.

Work was fine yesterday. Day work was fine. Show was fine. One of my friends gave her notice, and I’m glad she did. It’s time for her to do other things, take advantage of other opportunities.

Read Hard Eight and started To the Nines, taking notes all the way.

Got two pages each done on Token and Affections and “Anomalous”. A couple of pages on Untitled Preternatural. Which isn’t its real title, but all I can think of right now. Not much, but, altogether a coupla thou words more than I had before, and it was noisy at Vinyl – not as conducive to work as usual. New wait staff and they’re not used to me scribbling in the corner.

Out of the house at 10 AM yesterday, in just before midnight. Will be out of the house again a little after ten, and home just before one a.m. tomorrow morning.

My Dog Blog entries will return in two weeks. The other people who are supposed to contribute daily can do so for the next two weeks, since I’ve done the bulk of it for the past few months.

Lots of stories in my head; nothing interesting to talk about right now.

Off to do two shows.

Devon

Token and Affections – 5,875 words out of est. 15,000
Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
5 / 15
(33.3%)


“Anomalous” -- 2,250 words out of est. 7,000
Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
2 / 7
(28.6%)


Untitled Preternatural -- 625 words out of ???? – since I don’t know what the heck this is yet, and don’t even have a title for it.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Rainy and cool


So it begins, the difficult work week.

Yesterday wasn’t as productive, writing-wise, as I wished, but I learned a lot.

I finished reading/breaking down Dance of the Gods. Now, if I can only apply what I learned . . .

I attempted research on a topic on which there’s not much information on the internet. So I’ll have to employ other methods.

Wrote up and sent the comments on my colleague’s manuscript. I hope he finds them helpful.

I’m still stuck with “Disappearing”. Next week, I’ll drive past the location where I’m (my characters) am/are currently stuck, and maybe that’ll help unstick me. If I can’t get the logistics of this section right, the rest of it won’t make any sense, and the story won’t work.

I feel like I’m fragmenting, going in too many directions, so I need to focus and finish pieces. It’s difficult, because there are so many stories multiplying in my head right now. Another story kitten’s turned into a fiction leopard, and is out of control. It’s a cool idea, and appropriate to this turn of the wheel, but still . . .

My friend A. and I went to a PEN “Beyond the Margins” event. Mixed feelings about it. The writers were wonderful – I’m so excited to be exposed to some truly astonishing poets, and can’t wait to read more work in-depth. I found Richard Blanco’s work and his comments especially interesting, and he gave me a lot to think about.

Unfortunately, I found a certain level of fawning and posing at the event (NOT by the writers, I want to emphasize) that was a real turnoff. It was focused on a couple of people who should not have been the centerpiece of the evening – the evening should have been about the writers up there in front of us on the stage. A. and I grabbed a quick drink at the reception and skedaddled. I would have bought all the poets’ books right then and there, but the sales desk did not take Discover, and I was writing up until I dashed for the train, not trying to make a bank run – no Discover, no sale. Sorry, folks. Get it together. If you’re going to say you take “all credit cards” – then MEAN it.

Well, not every outing will be life-changing, but at least I was exposed to some new poets and it might have taken me a lot longer to find them otherwise.

Gearing up for a difficult week. Hope it won’t be too frustrating. I need to concentrate, writing wise, and steal whatever time I can. The Thief of Time isn’t just a book by Tony Hillerman – this week, it’s a way of life for me.

Devon

Monday, October 16, 2006

Monday, October 16, 2006
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and cold

Today’s Circadian Poem: “Paralysis” by Emily Kline.

Nothing is ever simple, is it?

Came home from the trip to Trader Joe’s (having spent yet more money and NOT gotten the organic cat food because it’s “not available” and they don’t know for how long) to find a little tabby cat with a sparkly collar running around in the hallway. I figured it was my downstairs neighbor’s cat – only he wasn’t home. I thought it was too dangerous for her to wander the halls, so I took her in.

Elsa slept through the whole thing; the twins were horrified. Iris, the litter box MP, was especially upset that someone else had access to HER sand. The little one let me handle her. I set up extra food and water, and another litter box. There was some hissing and spitting, but no fighting. I don’t know what Iris, Violet, and the little tabby said to each other in feline, but I doubt it could be broadcast on network. Most of it would have to be bleeped.

We settled into an uneasy truce for the day – I kept to my routine as much as possible. If I don’t make a big deal, they won’t stress . . .too much. Everybody took a corner and was watchful, but kept out of trouble. Elsa looked at her a couple of times, puzzled, “Do I know you? I think I know you, but I can’t place you . . .” Elsa likes just about everyone, cat, dog, human, whatever. She’s ready to make friends with anyone coming through the door.

I didn’t dare lose myself in writing – I wasn’t sure how long the truce would hold up.

The tabby’s human came home late at night, found my note, and took his little darling back home. He was glad I’d found her, and surprised she let me handle her. Hey, she knows a soft touch when she meets one, and she did get roast chicken for dinner . . .

I finished my colleague’s manuscript, and now have to translate the chicken scrawl notes into something more legible and coherent, so it’s actually useful. I really liked it.

Finished Morrigan’s Cross. It’s so fascinating to read this trilogy, breaking it down for structure and craft, and the Plum books for the specific essay topics – an entirely different reading experience than when reading for pleasure. It’s not that I don’t enjoy reading these books – I do. But it’s an entirely different process. And it’s interesting to see how Roberts uses the parts of the craft she’s best at and applies it across genres.

So, although I didn’t get the writing done I wanted to, it still was a productive day. And I’m raring to go at the page today. I just may have figured out how to get past the obstacle in “Disappearing “ . . .

Devon

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Sunday, October 15, 2006
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and cold


I really thought my head was going to pop off my neck yesterday. Oh, well, I’m the swing, it’s my damn job to be healthy when they need me. I have a migraine on a day I’m scheduled to work? Too bad for me.

One of the first things I cut out when I feel pressured for time is television. Watching television drains me. Except for a few shows I enjoy, or if I’m watching something that I or someone I know is working on, I turn it off and either read or go back to my writing. The pendulum seems to swing back towards scripted shows, thank goodness, instead of paying people in “reality” shows for being their worst selves, but still – instead of putting in full slates of shows, the networks are saving money by rebroadcasting shows over and over. It’s cheaper to pay residuals for a broadcast than to finance more shows. In other words, there’s no incentive to sit and watch, because it’ll be on again in a day or two. They save money, but I think they’re losing viewers.

Started work on the piece I promised that editor last week. I want to get it out to her by Monday, latest. I have to adapt a few things and build some bridges between sections that were originally stand-alone stories. I also need to rewrite the ending extensively.

Trying to figure out how to turn the Jane Durango story-and-a-half into a novella. I can bring in Terry Cash sooner and tie everything together in a third section. I like the way part one stands alone, but I think I can weave it into the rest if I’m clever enough. It’s action/adventure – something I enjoy writing – but it’s hard to find a short story market for that when the protagonists are female. I’m not writing for Soldier of Fortune here – nothing wrong with it, but it’s not what I’m creating. But there’s not much of a market for female action/adventure stories – not in the short story format anyway. Across genres, there’s still too much of women “getting rescued” instead of either getting out of it themselves or working in partnership to get out of whatever jam they’re in. The constrictions of (several) genres are annoying me. Too much formula and caricature instead of interesting and unusual character. But one has to get the formula down before one can explode it.

And I have to hunt down the full version of the Josie Gold piece (she’s mentioned in a cross-pollination in the Jane Durango piece – inside joke) – because there IS enough there for a stand-alone. I bet it’s on that locked disk. I know I have a hard copy of the 40 page version, but it’s in storage, dammit, and I can’t get to it.

I’m at a crossroads with “Anomalous”. I have to make a decision about Toril that will either keep the story in action/adventure genre or will cross genres into preternatural. She’s already very different than I originally envisioned her (too bad for me – she is who she is), and I’m trying to figure out the direction of the piece. It has to percolate. Although, come to think of it, crossing that line brings up some interesting plot possibilities . . . Thinking about it on the train, I realized that the idea for the piece came as a response to something I read recently that gnawed at me – I wished it had taken a different turn, and this piece started as my response to it. However, the characters evolved very differently, and their histories and destinies are completely different than what I originally envisioned. The piece no longer has anything to do with the idea which sparked it. And I need to trust that, or I’m doing a disservice to everything.

Managed to get in some work on Assumption of Right backstage. Since the suspense novel is set backstage, doing the prep work onsite is helpful.

Both shows were fine. I’m hurting –even though there have been (too many) modifications in the track, it’s still a lot of heavy quick changes on a raked stage, and my body protests. Oh, for the days when it would take months before it hurt! Hopefully, I can structure yoga poses to counteract the negative physical fallout from the work. The actors with whom I do the most work are quite lovely, and I enjoy spending time with them.

Had dinner at Route 66 with a friend. The quality of the place is going steadily downhill over the past months. What a shame. They’re still nice, but the food isn’t much good anymore. But my friend and I had a chance to catch up, so it was all good.

Stared to read Jonathan Maberry’s Ghost Road Blues. He’s a colleague of mine on Backspace, and I interviewed him for the Lit Athlete column I just turned in. GRB is the first of a trilogy of horror novels – a genre I stopped reading about ten years ago, for a variety of reasons. However, his writing is so beautiful that he captured me right off. An incident early in the book challenges me regarding the protagonist – and made me think about my own feelings about forgiveness – it wouldn’t make any sense without going into too much detail here, and I have to figure out what it is I mean before I can articulate it. But it gave me an idea for a story about the challenge of forgiveness (which also ties into something my colleague Carolyn brought up on her blog, Ovations, this week). In any case, the book is too involving and beautifully written for backstage reading – I’ll have to carve out time to really descend into its world fully for the duration.

I switched over to the first book of a Nora Roberts trilogy called Morrigan’s Cross. I admire many things she does. She’s prolific and manages to hit the best seller list every time out. I learn from her writing quite a bit. She’s very successful at her craft. There are some things she does that I really like – and some I find quite annoying, even when they work. It is, however, easy for me to read her work backstage, because I can put it down and pick it back up without a problem, and I don’t drop so deep into her well that I’m in danger of missing cues (as I was with Jonathan’s book). I can read her with more detachment. That’s not a criticism – thank goodness there ARE books I can read backstage in between cues or I’d go nuts!

Spent far too much money at the grocery store this morning – I’m doing the squirrel-storing-nuts thing, I guess. I’m on my way to the other store now to stock up on organic cat food, etc., and then I want to finish my colleague’s manuscript – it’s quite breathtakingly good, and I’m eager to finish it and give him my comments.

I hope to do some work on Token and Affections, “Anomalous”, and maybe figure out a way to write myself out of the corner I got into with “Disappearing”.

But first – the cats’ cupboard must be refilled. Don’t want them to feel insecure (because, yes, they do know which cupboard holds their food and when there’s enough room in it for them to climb in and fit, they get worried).

Devon

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Saturday, October 14, 2006
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and cold


I thought it would help to write somewhere else for awhile, so I went to Greenwich Library yesterday. It’s a beautiful facility. Unfortunately, all the suburban wives living off their husbands’ money come there to gossip in full voice and it’s impossible to get work done.

I changed tables three times and I was ready to pelt them with my pocketbook. Shut up! Your lives are not interesting! (Not to me when I’m writing magical realism, anyway). Name drop and bitch about your husbands (who, by the way, pay for all that unnecessary crap for which you shop every day) downstairs in the café or outside, but not LEANING on a desk where I’m trying to WRITE!

And when I ask you, NICELY (because believe me, I wanted to perform an act of physical violence) not to lean on my papers or talk at my desk, two steps back and RAISING your voice is not helpful.

And the staff does nothing. Give me the days when librarians booted people out for being noisy.

One chickie whined to another about how her daughter kept getting rejected by colleges, even though her husband promised to make “a generous donation” to them. “Just because she doesn’t feel like studying, she shouldn’t be denied the college experience.”

Huh???

And we wonder why everything’s going to hell minus even the hand basket . . .

I managed to get some prep work done on Assumption of Right and 5 pages done on Token and Affections. Declan Bluesmoke, the Changeling in Token, is one of my favorite characters of all time. And he’s only been in one scene so far (but he’s in a lot of the outline)!

I’ve written myself into a corner with “Disappearing” (Sean thinks it’s funny; Elle is rather annoyed with me). I know where I need to get to from where I am and where the story needs to go from there, but I haven’t figured out this bridge bit yet. So I’m percolating on that, while I’ve outlined the next two Sean/Elle stories in my head.

Got a few more story kittens for short pieces, and one character just would not shut up from one of the previous day’s ideas, so I scribbled down a few pages of that. Working title is “Anomalous” and I’ve got about 7 pages done.

Haven’t worked on Real in a few days, and Sam’s wondering whether or not he’ll end up with a well-decorated house or if I’ll stick him with a disaster. Since I haven’t yet decided . . . I guess we’ll all find out when he returns from Australia and Berlin.

Found some books on the sale shelves in large print that my grandmother might like, so I bought them and I’m putting together a stack to take to Maine in November.

Yes, Brandy, to answer yesterday’s comment – Grandma Mazur’s use of the stun gun was pretty funny.

It was hard to pull myself out of the world of my stories, but a colleague me a manuscript to critique, so I began that, too. I’m thoroughly enjoying it. In fact, it was difficult to put down and get to sleep.

I’m going through some old material, seeing what can be salvaged – and suddenly, Fucking Microsoft has decided that a disk I’ve opened plenty of times “isn’t formatted.” So I’ve lost who-knows-what stories on it. I suspect it has the long version of the Josie Gold story I need – because the even older disk I have has a shorter version, without all the intricacies, and I AM ANGRY. I tried opening it in Notepad, thinking maybe I could trick it, but no such luck.

What else is new? When am I not angry at Microsoft?

I shouldn’t have to re-back up backed up material every few months. If I back it up, it should stay backed up so it’s there when I need it. I should only have to back up NEW material.

Off to the theatre for a two show day. Have to catch a 10 AM train and won’t be home until well after midnight. I have dinner plans with a friend, and I’m trying to get down to Coliseum to pick up another friend’s book (or I’ll have to order it online from someplace else (oh, horrors), so the only writing time for me this morning is what I can get done between shower time and train departure. Better get to it. Woke up with a migraine this morning, which is not conducive to a two-show day.

Devon


Token and Affections -- 5,375 words out of est. 15,000

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
5 / 15
(33.3%)


“Anomalous” – 1,750 words out of est. 7,000
Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
1 / 7
(14.3%)