Wed. May 14, 2025: A Day in My Favorite Library Carrel
image courtesy of wal_172619 via pixabay.comWednesday, May 14, 2025
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Partly cloudy and mild
And here we are, at midweek again!
The picture above is not the college library, although it does have some comfy couches and lots of books. I have my favorite carrel, though, overlooking the quad.
Today is my reading of “A Rare Medium” (one of my Kate Warne plays) by the Lumos Players in Ohio. I’m happy and grateful and also nervous, because the nerves never go away.
Yesterday, I signed and returned the Llewellyn contract, and printed out the materials I needed for the art show meeting. I got all my folders set up for everything, both on the flash drive and the hard copies. I also printed out the cast list for “A Rare Medium.”
After breakfast, my mom and the cats settled. Bea was up on the kitty condo; the painters don’t scare her anymore. She knows they are outside and will stay there. Tessa was on her favorite chair on the sunny porch. Willa hid in the bathtub. Charlotte was sitting on my bed, waiting for them to notice she was a princess (they worked outside my bedroom window).
I packed up and headed over to the college library, and my favorite carrel.
I was invited to the award ceremony for the contest I judged. It’s in Philadelphia this year, and I would have loved to go, except that it’s the same weekend as my play reading up here in MA. Not on the same day, but all that travel would be too much, with too much room for something to go wrong.
Wrote a little over 5 pages of the radio play. Caught up on some email. Turned around a small coverage. Worked on the series overview of Nina Bell. Received the ghostwriting contract for the other series and signed it. The timeline worries me a little, juggling the two, but I think I can do it. I think I can smooth out the rhythm and work faster. I don’t feel like my head is full of molasses, the way I did the past few months. But that means writing outlines for 13 books between now and next July, across two different series, which is. . .a lot. But it will keep the lights on.
Came home for lunch and a bit of a rest. Turning my brain away from work-related reading and staying off the phone is a big plus to making the lunch hour actually restorative.
Went back to the library in the afternoon, back to my favorite carrel. Dug into the prep materials for the new series. They are much vaguer than the materials for the other series, but I hope that gives me more freedom to shape it. I’ll find out!
The credit union’s “new, improved” banking system is a nightmare, and trying to get signed back in is much more complicated than it should be. I am fed up.
Came home, changed clothes, switched bags, headed off to yoga. It was a great class, and much needed.
Dashed down the street to the meeting at the gallery. It was small, and somewhat like herding cats, but my workshop is booked for Aug. 9. I will get them the materials today for their promotions.
One of the members of my cohort (last year’s) didn’t remember me, which is a little offensive, especially after the time we spent in intense conversation over months and navigating through various workshops. However, this is also someone who believes they are the vanguard of artistic literary definition, and I do hack work, so, probably not much of a loss. When I don’t matter enough to be remembered, that’s not someone I should worry about hanging onto. Next!
Home, heated up some leftovers. I should have done some more work in the evening, because I hadn’t gotten as far as I hoped in the afternoon, but I did not have the energy. So I read a bit, and then went to bed.
For the past two nights, I have had weird dreams about a very large orange and white cat named Scrabble. Um. . .?
Up early this morning and out of the house to the laundromat. I realized I’d gotten there too early and thought I’d be stuck in the parking lot, but they were open, and I had everything through and home before 7 AM.
The ghostwriting client paid the balance of the last project, which means I can schedule the brake replacement. I sent an email, but sometimes those bounce back, so I might just swing by the place – since using their “scheduling tool” doesn’t work. I have a couple of errands to do today anyway.
I won’t be at the library in the morning, because of the various bits and pieces I have to get done. I may go over for a couple of hours in the afternoon. But, once I submit my questions (and the reading invoice) to the ghostwriting client, my headspace goes back to “A Rare Medium.”
Since they are in a different time zone, I have to make sure I sign in at the right time for the ZOOM attendance!
Somewhere in there, I want to get more work done on the radio play. And I have to get the credit union stuff sorted. Or I am taking my laptop to the bank building and dumping it on someone’s desk, demanding, “Make this work again.”
Have a good one.
