sunny, mild, temps plus 6
Stunning day. Took Trudy around the pond. Ice still on it, but last of snow melting, just hanging on in the shade. Ice at the slightly dangerous stage where you might fall through if you walk on it. Trying not to let the tennis ball bounce onto the ice and have Trudy go after it! She did a few days ago, and made it, but not so sure now. so we don't throw it in that area anymore.
Lots of writing today.
Had a nightmare last night. A Mummy was chasing me. Let me guess what that might mean...
The permissions have all been figured out - just one more cheque to write and need to get wording to the editors. Will do that this afternoon. Sending off Jpeg etc for an event at a Barnes and Noble in Annapolis in early May. If you live in the area love to see you there.
Feeling a little overwhelmed. Have realized if I don't keep on top of everything, everyday I can get so far behind. And just when I think I have done it all, another five requests come in. I bet that sounds familiar. The human condition these days. I need, sometimes, to stop and realize this is all good. Lots of details, but it means I'm involved in life, filling my days with things I'm passionate about. How great is that? And yet, some days, I can just see it as chores.
Life is perception - at least, mine is.
Hope your perception is sunny and warm and cheery. And optomistic.
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Wednesday, 25 March 2009
Friday, 13 March 2009
a writers voice
sunny, cold, frost on the ground, temps minus 5
Michael took the dogs out after breakfast for a walk, and for the first time this winter Maggie made it all the way around the pond! So did Trudy, but that's not much of a surprise. But without the snow it's possible for maggie. Then, around noon, I took them out again and again we went around.
Despite it being colder today it still smells of spring. Beautiful.
Lots of work. Wrote the book (or at least part of it) this morning. Then replied to messages, sent off some correspondence snail mail. And did some scheduling for next week. We need to re-do some of the narration I'd done for a film on literacy...apparently some of the script wasn't right. So we're doing that next Wednesday afternoon. Then on Thursday I'm driving in to Montreal for a couple of hours to record the CBC Radio pilot. Then out in time to meet with Lise about a fun new project...but can't tell you about it yet. Not til we (lise) works some things out. Thank God for Lise!
Still battling away on the permissions...always a pain you-know-where, but worth it. The problem is never actually getting the permission to use the poem, but to track down who holds them.
Must run - need to write Curtis Brown in London. Be well.
Michael took the dogs out after breakfast for a walk, and for the first time this winter Maggie made it all the way around the pond! So did Trudy, but that's not much of a surprise. But without the snow it's possible for maggie. Then, around noon, I took them out again and again we went around.
Despite it being colder today it still smells of spring. Beautiful.
Lots of work. Wrote the book (or at least part of it) this morning. Then replied to messages, sent off some correspondence snail mail. And did some scheduling for next week. We need to re-do some of the narration I'd done for a film on literacy...apparently some of the script wasn't right. So we're doing that next Wednesday afternoon. Then on Thursday I'm driving in to Montreal for a couple of hours to record the CBC Radio pilot. Then out in time to meet with Lise about a fun new project...but can't tell you about it yet. Not til we (lise) works some things out. Thank God for Lise!
Still battling away on the permissions...always a pain you-know-where, but worth it. The problem is never actually getting the permission to use the poem, but to track down who holds them.
Must run - need to write Curtis Brown in London. Be well.
Thursday, 12 March 2009
Freudian slips
overcast, windy, cold temps minus 5
Feels like a late november day. Looks like it too. We've lost most of our snow, so the field is a patchwork of white and gray/green. I initially wrote 'shite' instead of white...wonder what Humble Pie (the old tart) would say to that? But it is true...there is a fair amount of that about too.
Another good, quiet day. Wrote this morning - almost 2,000 words. Stopped at a natural break, and where I know what to do next. I think. I find that often changes as I walk through the rest of the day and let my mind see the action ahead. happily I've learned over the course of 5 books that I can always change it. And will change it. So I no longer worry about trying things...seeing where they go. Often I get rid of the whole things - except one turn of phrase. And it's worth it, for a well turned phrase.
Did my 20 minutes on the torture device - it's possible this isn't helping my motivation. However, must say I'm feeling more toned. Buff. Kind of.
Then spent an hour or so replying to emails and chasing down a permission for book 5 - THE BRUTAL TELLING. Lise, my terrific (though fragile) assistant, does all the permissions for poetry, but this one comes from a friend and I wanted to contact him myself. A terrific Canadian poet named Mike Freeman.
Now we're off to Sutton for a late lunch and some errands. Need to also get in touch we some people about the menu for Michael's party...and do a few other things. Always a reason to get out of bed in the morning...and always a good reason to crawl back in.
Hope you're having a day that gives you pleasure.
Feels like a late november day. Looks like it too. We've lost most of our snow, so the field is a patchwork of white and gray/green. I initially wrote 'shite' instead of white...wonder what Humble Pie (the old tart) would say to that? But it is true...there is a fair amount of that about too.
Another good, quiet day. Wrote this morning - almost 2,000 words. Stopped at a natural break, and where I know what to do next. I think. I find that often changes as I walk through the rest of the day and let my mind see the action ahead. happily I've learned over the course of 5 books that I can always change it. And will change it. So I no longer worry about trying things...seeing where they go. Often I get rid of the whole things - except one turn of phrase. And it's worth it, for a well turned phrase.
Did my 20 minutes on the torture device - it's possible this isn't helping my motivation. However, must say I'm feeling more toned. Buff. Kind of.
Then spent an hour or so replying to emails and chasing down a permission for book 5 - THE BRUTAL TELLING. Lise, my terrific (though fragile) assistant, does all the permissions for poetry, but this one comes from a friend and I wanted to contact him myself. A terrific Canadian poet named Mike Freeman.
Now we're off to Sutton for a late lunch and some errands. Need to also get in touch we some people about the menu for Michael's party...and do a few other things. Always a reason to get out of bed in the morning...and always a good reason to crawl back in.
Hope you're having a day that gives you pleasure.
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