Church had two parts, the coffee and the sun. The coffee was at Beacon, the sun was on Mike’s balcony.
I had an absolutely lovely time. I think I may even have gotten a little sunburnt.
I wrote about 250 words this weekend. I should have enough to forward to mOm by the middle of the week.
Pork chomps and veg.
The novel has fired up again; I have five days to finish it before my job starts. Easy, right? Well, not so fast. I have a pretty long list of stuff to do before I actually get to work.
Keith is coming home this weekend or soonish.
I am very happy.
I am waiting to hear the results of my interview yesterday, which is for a job a short commute away working for a privately owned company. I was pleased with getting the interview. I will know by Friday about the job I interviewed for on the 5th.
I have printed out my manuscript so far and will start assembling it.
I am feeling pretty good today, and the sunshine is most glorious.
I’ve been invited for a jam on Saturday. Picture me having slept in my clothes and hungover for church next Sunday….
I don’t know how long I’ve been writing songs. The first song that I remember was a series of hummed staccato notes against the drone of the 5 horse engine of the boat my FoLKS rented when we went to Prince Albert National Park in 67. Continue reading Where DOES it come from?
I did no writing. I practiced my mandolin a bit – I’m working on two songs at once, always inconvenient as my head ends up buzzing with everything I can hear and can’t sing all at once. I delivered a children’s story and a homily at church. Katie did me the honour of joining us.
It was well received. I had no fewer than three current or former ministers in the congregation, so you can imagine how hard I had to brush up my toes.
I went for a 2.5 k walk in Oakalla (Deer Lake Park) with Paul. And now I’m contemplating supper and the long awaited finale of True Detective. Paul and I drank tea on the back deck afterwards, and laughed like drains about one thing and another, and I got to look at his Australia pictures, some of which were quite entertaining and interesting.
Ralph Greer, one of the best and kindest and wisest men I ever knew, passed away Friday. His funeral is next weekend.
I will take my ease for the rest of my Sunday – tomorrow will bring its own interesting events.
I had a fabulous interview yesterday. The owner and the office manager interviewed me, seriatim, and I want to work there and I hope they want to hire me. It’s a small growing company.
500 words yesterday. I am not settling. If, as I suspect, they hire me to start on Monday (!?) I have a couple of days to finish the novel (just joking, but I should make like Winsocki and buckle down).
Jeff kindly loaned me his car for the interview, thank you!
I give a homily at church this weekend. I need to get the children’s story finished.
This is a remarkable photoset.
Disney’s Frozen is visually stunning and the book and libretto sucks. Sorry, but there it is. A lot of talent has been thrown at a big budget, but honestly, you might want to think about watching it with the sound off.
The weather is well above freezing but damp and icky.
No writing yesterday. I was hung up on various thinks and feels.
Now I’m going into that nasty weather for a walk. I can’t keep sitting here and not writing; nothing gets the juices flowing like a long drive with no destination or a nice long walk. Maybe I’ll pick up some lunch.
Yesterday was redeemed by painkillers, friendship and wordcount. 1100 words yesterday, got Katie moved into an apartment in New Westminster.
I’d like to thank Randy and Rob W for helping with the move in the absence of Paul and Keith. The family heirloom furniture has been safely moved.
Glad I went to bed at 8:30 last night, Margot woke me up looking for breakfast just now.
I highly recommend it. 8 out of 10, would watch again.
350 words yesterday.
Today is going to be a bit of a write off, what with having volunteered to tidy coffee after church and helping Katie move. I haven’t even figured out how I’m going to be dealing with driving a one ton truck in the mass of snow we’re supposed to be getting today.
Keith called yesterday. Sounds like if he doesn’t land one of the ‘work on a farm’ gigs in Australia he’ll be back within a few weeks. He actually sounded miffed that he wasn’t able to assist Katie movie, which you have to admit is sweet of him. Then he is sweet, biased as I am.
I have another month and a half at least of brutally hard work and then the real work begins. Heavy sigh.
Yesterday there was an interesting church meeting at Audrey’s and we talked about our church’s mission. I tried to contribute without mockery. It was hard but I managed.
I have to help Katie move tomorrow. Fortunately I have managed to locate some help. Hopefully Katie has too.
Yesterday was awesome, and who knows what today will bring. I am officially at the halfway point; there remains 60000 words to write in the first draft, and then:
assembly – I’m not writing it in order so there will be a little hammer to fit and paint to cover in there
editing – there are certain words and constructions that characters never use, so I have to go through and remove them, as well as ensuring that verbs all tense up together in the appropriate places and I don’t do my normal firehose style application of adverbs and adjectives to every hapless noun.
final work and then I either self publish or see if someone will take it on.
I have a real job interview for a real job next Wednesday afternoon! Not an agency. I am pleased, and I am still looking for work every day.
Cooking supper for breakfast – pork chops, oven baked potatoes and fresh steamed green beans.
Calling Sue and begging for a lift for church as there was a foot of snow on the ground.
Going to church. It was about Israel being mean to the Palestinians.
Hanging around after church until my ride was ready and talking to people I love.
Buying fair trade organic chocolate, because, that’s part of what we do at Beacon.
Rob W gave me a ride home, but we DIVAGATED. First we went to Renaissance Books, where I bought a cd and some books about First Nations, including a book by an activist I follow on twitter who really kicks ass, and a Buddy Wasisname album with Peggy Gordon on it. Then Rob threatened to take me to lunch but we played quick draw mcdebit card and I won. I had Putin, whoops, Poutine and Montreal Smoked Meat, and Vic from the SOAP hall dropped by and we had a lovely long chat, and he told me about this. Which is about a crazy local woodturner. Also I saw Kat, Katie’s old roommate and tattooist.
Now I’m trying to make word count. It’s not going well! I did work on my Homilies book instead thanks to mOm.
It will be so full of ideas, fun characters, crazy action and snappy dialog that no one will notice it has no plot. (Of course it has a plot, I just don’t care about that part). And if I follow the Dunnett Plan, a plot is just a way to get me from one awesome set piece to the next; those parts of the story that you go back and re-read because they are so funny, or mysterious, or moving, or scary or just plain action-packed.
1000 words yesterday. I can’t see the floor to my room, and I don’t care. Write every day while the world burns? Same as it ever was. I’ve gotten through every bad day before.
This is a completely different kind of February. I’m used to feeling blah, and I don’t.
I wonder if I can get Jeff to take me shopping when he wakes up, there’s not anything I want to eat in the house right now.
Margot just nosed her way into my room; which reminds me, I have to get on my hands and knees and wipe all her eye goop off the doors and walls in those places she normally stands. She has a rip roaring case of ephoria, brown watery eyes.
Her breathing has been a little more stertorous of late. She’ll be better when she is coming and going through her little cat door again.
Today, writing, practicing, seeing the floor of my room.
My libertarian facebook friend is running for office in South Carolina. His campaign colours are pink and purple, and his slogan is a variant on “I’m only running so I have someone to vote for”. I’ve offered to buy beer for the campaign workers after the election, which is the only way I can help without offending US campaign funds rules.
I think pOp would like this guy.
Today, I am having to generate at least 1500 words about a character who has been introduced but not explained. Why would an alien be stuck with an intermittently appearing holographic human skeleton? It’s a poser. I am almost inclined to leave it as an unsolved mystery. but I won’t. Don’t show the gun unless you are going to use the damned gun!
Anti racism meeting / workshop went very well. Next meeting the Indian Act.
I want to buy some fish and cook it up for lunch.
I have love in my life, food and tea in my tummy, and last I checked the sun is shining and the world’s a better place than it was yesterday.