Fri. June 23, 2023: I’d Rather Read & Relax
image courtesy of Candice via pixabay.comFriday, June 23, 2023
Waxing Moon
Pluto & Saturn Retrograde
Sunny and warmer
I can’t believe it’s the end of another week. To me, this week has been one long day.
My neighbors have a standing hammock on their wrap around porch and lie there to read. I think it’s a great idea.
Today’s serial episode is from Angel Hunt:
Episode 44: The Randolph Neville
A magical legend shows up as a customer.
Polished and uploaded next week’s Legerdemain episodes. While I waited for them to be approved, I wrote the loglines. Loglines and episode titles are getting easier to create, and it doesn’t take me as long as it used to.
Headed out to the library to pick up a couple of books. There were several different programs and meetings going on, so the parking lot was full. And yet, FOUR SUVs took up more than one space. I’m not going to park and pay at a metered spot out on the street to run in and get some books because a handful of rich bitches can’t learn how to park.
I complained when I went in. I was polite, but I brought it up. Yes, I have a little car and wedged in between two of the offending cars. Anyway, the library sent someone out to take down license plate numbers and make an announcement that they had to adjust their cars into a single space. I maneuvered my car out (harder than getting it in) without any damage. I’m so sick of SUVs taking up multiple spaces. They already take up too much room.
Did the social media rounds for the serials. Printed out my ticket for next week’s small business expo I plan to attend. Was invited, by the governor’s office, to an economic development council meeting early in July, and accepted. July is getting really busy. All with interesting things, but I need a few more lucrative projects in there.
Wrote a few more pages on “Summon Thee.” I need to figure out the climax and resolution. There are some fun rhythms in there; I want to make sure it all hangs together and pays off in a way that’s satisfying. I have no idea what that will be yet.
Turned around a small client project that came in unexpectedly. Started reading the book for review.
Edited a few more episodes of DEADLY DRAMATICS. Wrote the blurb and uploaded the story details.
My brain is tired.
I was sad but not surprised to hear that the Titan imploded. I hope the company who sent it down is held accountable, even though those on board signed a waiver. Could the 19-year-old even legally sign a waiver? The whole situation is just awful, on so many levels. Those entitled billionaires paying for death tourism when the $250K they each paid could have made a difference is gross. That people thought they deserved to die is gross. The disparity between the resources used to “rescue” them (when the company who sent them down, it seems, knew early on what really happened) when those who aren’t billionaires are left to die is gross. The way director James Cameron tries to make himself sound like a prophet and make this all about him is gross.
Some very valid points of anger were brought up in various discussions, and one can point out that they knew the risks involved and chose to do it anyway as valid as acknowledging the sadness for the families left behind. That it was probably an instant death and that was better than slowly suffocating in a tin can is also valid, along with the horror of it happening at all. The argument between these rich people having the “right” to spend their money in any way they want including this way (even though it killed them) and the anger at what they could do to change the world for the better with the same amount of money is also valid.
Even if they spent an equal amount of money on themselves and then on a way to improve the world (I’m not talking faux philanthropy or naming rights; I think “naming rights” when they name things for themselves is all about ego and nothing to do with philanthropy), a lot of problems could be solved.
I mean, when I made Broadway and TV money, I had an agreement with myself that every time I spent money on myself for something frivolous, I gave an equal amount to charity. Sometimes it was to Bide-A-Wee, to the fund that helped people pay vet bills when they struggled. Sometimes it was to Meals on Wheels, or to Equity Cares/Broadway Fights AIDS. Or to Doctors Without Borders, or whatever legitimate fund was raising money for the disaster of the moment. But if I could do that with my little pittances, imagine what could be done with some real money?
It underlines, once again, that poverty is a policy choice, as is keeping people in it. The systems that allow people to profit from others’ poverty and pain need to be dismantled for something better.
I was hit hard, on and off yesterday, with sense memory stress from the move and then the back-and-forth to clear out the house. Diving so deeply into the writing helped a lot. Spending more time than usual on social media did not. I have to navigate the next couple of weeks with care; they have the potential to be difficult, and I would rather build something to move forward than stumble backwards into emotions caused by the past.
I was tagged in a chat about one of my policies/boundaries by some white dude I never met or interacted with who started railing on about not liking them. Like I’m supposed to care? While the first reaction was to verbally cut him into tiny pieces the size of his penis, I realized that it wasn’t even worth responding. He wanted to get into a debate so he could mansplain, and he means nothing to my life, on any level. I certainly don’t consider him a colleague, not after that little display. He goes on about “project management.” Dude, I was a production manager for theatre, film, and television. You do ad copy for hemorrhoid cream (or its equivalent). Which is necessary, but you don’t get to lecture me about “project management.” Your mansplaining has nothing to do with my reality.
It’s one thing to state that they’ve found X works better than Y in their experience, so they prefer to work that way. That’s an actual conversation about work styles and choices. It’s another thing to attack someone else’s boundaries that don’t affect you at all.
Eh. Kill off a character inspired by him in a future story. Much better (and more lucrative) use of my time.
Had to move the lettuce again. Not because of squirrels this time, but because Willa yanked out the plants and chewed on them. Her way of getting back at me for not planting more cat grass.
What’s on today’s agenda? I have to do a grocery run. I’m debating whether or not to spend some time at the Clark (even though the funding’s not in place for the project). I SHOULD write, but my brain is tired, so giving it a rest might be a better choice today.
Over the weekend, maybe I can finally turn over my closet to the summer clothes, and I have to figure out what to wear to the three events I’m attending next week. Three in-person events in a week. Two in the same day. Stockpiled some masks. But the events are all on interesting topics, so it will be worth it.
I’ll do some more work on the DEADLY DRAMATICS and ANGEL HUNT edits, too, this weekend. At the very least, I’ll get the next 8 ANGEL HUNT episodes up next week, to get me through July and into early August. I’ll probably then upload the DD episodes, so it’s set to launch in late July, and then go back and upload the rest of AH. While keeping current on Legerdemain.
I also have to get ahead on some Process Muse posts this weekend. I have some fun topics planned for the coming weeks, and I’m excited to share ideas about them.
Have a good weekend, and I’ll catch you on the other side.
