Wed. Aug. 6, 2025: Navigating Through Physical and Mental Haze

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Wednesday, August 6, 2025

Waxing Moon

Pluto, Neptune, Saturn, Mercury, Chiron Retrograde

Hazy and humid

There are some great trailers for the entire Premiere the Play series, including “The Effie Effect.” Podchaser has one of them here, along with the full production. I had a great time working with Dean Productions, and I hope I get to work with them again.

I did a bunch of promotion for “Effie”, and I also listened to it. I’d heard a rough cut, but hadn’t heard the final mix yet, and I’m really happy with it. Tomorrow, an interview with me, conducted by producer Rebecca Lynne, will go live.

Hey, if you listen and like it, I hope you rate it well! That helps both the theatre company, and it helps me.

I wrote two short pieces for Llewellyn (March 2027).

It looks like the chaos on our street is about putting in new sidewalks. Again, the city should have communicated with us ahead of time. I feel bad for the neighbors whose yards are getting torn up without notice, losing flowers and shrubs. They shouldn’t be able to do anything they want, crossing property lines.

The elderly aunt of the downstairs neighbor was taken away by ambulance again (this happens every few months). She’s about 20 years younger than my mom, but in worse shape.

It was difficult to settle into the ghostwriting. I wanted to bask in the glow of “Effie.” But it was necessary. I’ve got bills to pay. I did a lot, but still not as much as I hoped. I may need an extra day for it, if I can’t get it out the door today.

Yoga was fantastic. I’m so glad I got to go.

The poster for the Boiler House Reading looks really good. It will be finalized today. I also got edits on the comic theatre mystery anthology story – but still no contract. I don’t like working this way, doing rounds of edits without a commitment.

Re-reading Dianne Jacob’s WILL WRITE FOR FOOD, which has some interesting exercises in it that I want to try. I’ve always wanted to write about food well, and have yet to master it. Although I got an idea from the book that I will apply to the poem.

Slept reasonably well, in spite of the poor air quality. Up early and out to the laundromat. Pushed through the laundry, hauled it home, hung up what couldn’t go into the dryer. It looks like it will rain any minute, but maybe it’s the wildfire haze. We talked in yoga, last night, about how we look out the window and it looks like someone erased the mountains, because of the haze.

I have to give the finalization okay for the poster this morning, acknowledge receiving the editing notes (I have until next week to turn them around), write two short pieces for Llewellyn, and then it’s back to the ghostwriting all day, until I leave for a friend’s reading.

All I want to do is go back to bed.

Five more days of Mercury Retrograde. Hang in there. I know, it’s hard.