Wed. June 18, 2025: Rainy Days Are Good For Reading

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Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Waning Moon

Pluto Retrograde

Rainy and humid

Midweek! It always seems to come up fast, blog-wise, because Monday is an intent post and Tuesday is the long post.

I got sidetracked before digging back into the ghostwriting yesterday morning, by one of my older scripts that poses some interesting challenges in adapting it from the original, interactive form in which it was commissioned to something more traditional. I worked on a few scenes, and then decided I needed to put it away, or I wouldn’t meet my deadline. The two other plays were much easier to adapt from interactive to proscenium. I realized, as I was doing a final proof on the one my friend wants to read, that, in that particular script, not one of the characters is typically “likable” or “good.” Nor are they anti-heroes. They are all rather nefarious. That’s kind of interesting, because the company who commissioned it liked bouncy pieces, and yet this one had several different productions. The characters are constantly lying and changing their stories. It needs very sharp direction.

But I put both those plays aside and dug back into the ghostwriting revision. I finished that a little before noon (a few hours ahead of deadline, yay me) and turned it in. And then spent time on the sofa, feeling like I’d been kicked in the head by a mule.

I managed to do some work on the next book for review, but mostly, I was cat furniture.

Pulled myself together to get dressed for yoga, ran the errands I’d put off earlier in the day, and went to yoga, which was fabulous. Came home, cooked dinner, read a novel that started really well, but I didn’t like the turn it took. I felt it was misogynistic, and the supposed twist near the end of it cheated the reader.

Slept well, up early. In spite of the rain, hauled the laundry to the laundromat. I was the only one there, because I’m not the only one who hates taking laundry out in the rain. But I needed to get the sheets and towels done. I worked on VICIOUS CRITIC edits while I was there, and then had to swing by Big Y on the way home, because I was out of coffee and coffee filters.

On this morning’s agenda: fold and put away laundry, more work on VICIOUS CRITIC, more work on getting the older plays ready to send out, write and submit a book review, maybe do some work on the anthology story or the Llewellyn pieces. It’s too dark to stitch, unless I set up specific lighting. If I’m going to commit to doing more sewing, I need to consider specific task lighting that can move workspaces with the machine. And fight with the tax people and the medical people.

In a holding pattern until I hear back from the ghostwriting client. I wish they’d let us get on with it, so I can invoice. It’s cutting things a little too close to the end of the month.

No painters yesterday and I would figure no painters today, with all this rain. I wish I knew what the plan was for finishing the building, so that I could plan.

One day at a time, that’s all we can do.

Have a good one!