Wed. Sept. 6, 2023: Pushing Through Humidity
image courtesy of Annabel_P via pixabay.comWednesday, September 6, 2023
Waning Moon
Pluto, Saturn, Neptune, Chiron, Mercury, Uranus, Jupiter Retrograde
Hazy, hot, humid
Not loving the heat and humidity.
Today’s Process Muse is about active choices and opportunities. You can read it here.
If I can get into the Fearless Ink website, an Ink-Dipped Advice post will go up later today. I will put a link to it in tomorrow’s post, or let you know that I couldn’t get into the site. Have not yet heard back from the support ticket.
Today, we have TWO serial episodes going live!
From ANGEL HUNT:
Episode 65: Hints of Rituals
Lianna handles the customers while Amy & Bunny try to help the teens.
FROM DEADLY DRAMATICS:
Episode 15: A Woman’s City Instincts
Nina feels left behind by her friends’ success & ambitions. Prime time for Jake to reappear.
Yesterday, I was what is commonly known as a waste of food. I just could not get my act together.
I mean, I was out the door on time to the laundromat. I edited several chapters of CAST IRON MURDER.
When I returned, I was useless.
Well, not entirely, but as far as what needed to get done.
I submitted a play to three different submission calls. They’re logged (and this play is already out to three other submission calls), so if somebody picks it up, I just let the others know. I’m done with not doing simultaneous submissions on pieces, unless the venue is willing to give me an answer in two weeks. Which is unrealistic for any venue, but I can’t sit on scripts and stories and the like while someplace takes months to make a decision. I’m only submitting to places that understand we have a career going on here, and I’m going to send my pieces to any market that I believe is a good fit. If a place is so egotistical they want to be the ONLY possible market for a piece, we probably are not a good fit. Especially when it comes to plays, which are meant to appeal to a wide range of audiences across a large geography.
After that, I tossed out a resume to a listing that actually looked interesting, and an LOI to another place. I did some research and made notes for some LOIs I’m going to do next week, companies that interest me, where I basically think I can fill a need of which they’re not aware.
Because, let’s face it, the strike will probably stretch into next year. I need to land other work I enjoy, and then, when things are back up and running, cut back on the arenas in the script/production world I stopped enjoying.
I figured I should poke around LinkedIN, but it is not useful for the way I’m skewing my career. There are some people on there with whom I want to keep in touch; too many creepazoids trying for dates or internet sex, and not the type of job listings for which I’m looking.
It was hot and humid, and I was grumpy, never the best mindset for work.
The notecards from Peter Pauper Press arrived and are wonderful. I still need to get the Winter Holiday cards sorted, and then we’re in good shape. Overseas cards have to go out the week before Thanksgiving this year, and domestic pretty soon after Thanksgiving weekend.
Goddess Provisions is going to stop the monthly boxes over the next few months. I am disappointed, but I’ve gotten a lot of great stuff since I started the subscription (back in 2018). Unlike some of the other subscription services, whose quality diminished while their prices went up (including ridiculous shipping costs), Goddess Provisions held the price point and maintained quality. I will miss them. But I am grateful for all the wonderful items I received, and small batch artisans I would have never otherwise found.
It was around 4 PM when I settled down to write. I rarely write that late in the day. I skipped the piece with which I’m struggling (will go back to it today), and wrote up eight more pieces before dinner. I only have six short pieces to draft today, including the problematic one.
The first priority, though, is to work on Legerdemain.
When the library opens, I have to drop off/pick up some books (I’m dropping off about a dozen). Then I’m headed to MASSMoCA to print off flyers; after that, the post office. The press release for the reading goes out today, and I send out the listings tomorrow. We want to have a good turnout for the reading on September 30!
I’ll do some more writing (hopefully it won’t be so hot I can’t feel my brain), and then, at 4, I head over to Williamstown for a tarot meeting.
Tomorrow is the worst of the heat, and then it breaks tomorrow night with storms, so we just have to hang in there 48 more hours. Trying to decide if I should get my hair cut on Friday by a different stylist or wait until Tuesday for my regular stylist. I want it done before next week’s reading. Friday would be more convenient, because I’m over in that direction.
This weekend, we have to do a storage run. Next weekend is a big festival on Cape (lots of traffic) and after that is bridge work which means long waits to get over the bridge (not that that is new and different, but it will be worse), so it has to happen this weekend. Somehow, we have to schedule another trip in October (which is getting to be a very complicated month) before everything shuts down for the winter.
People keep making demands on my time during the residency week at the end of this month, and I keep saying, “No, I am not available those days, I am in studio at MASSMoCA.”
And then they say, “But it’s right in town. You can just—”
And I say, “No. I am IN STUDIO. The ONLY thing happening that week for me is the residency. Period.”
They had the last three months to book me, when I actually had the time open. Now, the window is closed, and I am not throwing away an opportunity to fit someone else’s disorganization.
That impulse so many people have, the minute someone’s not waiting around for them and busy, to try to force them to put aside priorities for others’ convenience/agendas, never ceases to irritate me.
Anyway, I need to hit the page this morning before the heat intensifies (it was lousy sleeping weather last night), and then, hopefully, won’t have that much left to do when I get back from errands.
I’d love it if it didn’t get as hot as predicted today, and the storms broke the heat/humidity today instead of tomorrow night.
