Wed. March 29, 2023: A Little Bit of Many Things
image courtesy of Pexels viz pixabay.comWednesday, March 29, 2023
Waxing Moon
Partly sunny, chilly, and damp
Today’s Process Muse talks about sensory details. You can read it here.
Ello was glitching yesterday. I could get in, but not post. Urgh.
As I’m developing material for the Legerdemain website, I’m working on the history of the city (two thousand years’ worth, which, you know, takes a while). I’m also working on the origins of The Fathomless Library (hint: there’s a book loving hermit with a busy sex life, his bluestocking daughter, and pirates who steal/rescue books).
Yesterday, I wanted to dive into the next Process Muse post on the list, and the Ink-Dipped Advice post which appears today, but I knew I had to draft the next Legerdemain episode first. I need to stockpile episodes.
So I sat down and drafted the Legerdemain episode. I realized, later in the day, that I have to rename a character in the episode, because his name is too close to the name of another character, and, since it’s not a plot point or part of a theme, I need to change it.
I wrote, revised, polished, uploaded and scheduled today’s Ink-Dipped Advice episode, which is about the need to have your own website, not a social media page posing as a website. You can read it here.
Did the social media rounds. Not having an episode of Legerdemain to promote cut off a lot of time. I REALLY need a scheduling tool that crosses all platforms. The only platform on which I can schedule posts right now is Twitter, and by mid-month, that will be useless. I need to be able to upload the post once and schedule it across ALL my channels. One big block of time once a month, and I wouldn’t have to worry about it. Much more efficient that the couple of hours a day I now have to put aside for it. That will also enable me to use each platform for the best engagement with a piece’s audience. Then I can spend quality time on the different sites interacting.
I’m willing to pay for it, but it has to be ONE tool that connects to EVERY platform I want with UNLIMITED posts per month.
Anyway, in the afternoon, I turned around two coverages. And was done at a reasonable time. Went back to the Cornell biography. I may just need to purchase a copy. There’s too much information I need for too many projects. And it’s an old book, likely to get weeded.
Changed for yoga and walked to class. It’s just under a mile, and the weather was fine, so it wasn’t that big a deal, but it made me realize how out of shape I am, and how I sit too much. Yoga itself was great. The walk back was somewhat of a challenge, though. I’m hoping it will get better if I do it more often. I want to walk back and forth, at least in nice weather.
I came home to find the check from Llewellyn for the 2024 almanac, which puzzled me. Usually, we don’t get paid until October. I sent an email to my editor this morning, double-checking (yes, I checked my contract first). I want to make sure it wasn’t a mistake before I deposit it.
The toilet is giving us difficulties. The tank alternates between leaking and acting like a geyser. I have to clean the bathroom this morning and put in a call to the maintenance guy. Later, I have to do a library run. I have a big stack of books to return, and a big stack of books to pick up.
I have one coverage this afternoon, and I need to get next week’s Legerdemain episodes uploaded. I have to find a notebook for the big nonfiction project, since most of the early drafting will be done in longhand, and I realized I can start the project on Friday, when I’m on the location around which most of it centers. I need to do the social media rounds to promote Process Muse, Ink-Dipped Advice, and Episode 19 of Angel Hunt, which drops today.
I doubt I will get much writing done, thanks to the toilet tank issues, other than the Essay Camp assignments. Ordered a copy of the Cornell biography.
But that’s why I freelance; so I have flexibility for stuff, although I’d prefer it to be fun stuff and not plumbing. But that’s life.
I’m not as sore as I expected (I actually was in more pain last night), so that’s a good thing.
I had a weird dream about a creature who was a mix of lynx and jackal on tall, skinny four legs that brought him to face-to-face height, stalking me through the streets. He wanted the bag of fast food I had, but I was afraid if I gave it to him, I’d be next on the menu. Weird.
I may be done with script coverage for the week. Seriously considering not taking on any more until Monday, which will give me tomorrow to catch up on anything derailed by today’s plumbing issues, and prepare for Friday’s grant reception. I need to figure out what I’m wearing so I can figure out the makeup. I’ll print off one of the monologues from WOMEN WITH AN EDGE that I know works (because it’s been performed all over the world, and even I can pull it off). We were told all we needed to do is show up, but I’ve heard that before, and I want to be ready.
We need to buckle up, my buttercups. Retrograde season will start in a few weeks, with Mercury going retrograde on the 21st. Could we just NOT, this year? It’s been so nice not having retrogrades.
Have a good one, my friends.
