#freelance — Public Fediverse posts

Game Workers Rally Against Microsoft Layoffs: 'Corporate Greed Is Destroying Our Games And Our Livelihoods’

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://aftermath.site/zenimax-save-our-devs-microsoft-protest-layoffs/

Game Workers Rally Against Microsoft Layoffs: 'Corporate Greed Is Destroying Our Games And Our Livelihoods’

https://web.brid.gy/r/https://aftermath.site/zenimax-save-our-devs-microsoft-protest-layoffs/

Thurs. July 16, 2026: Time to Venture Out

Thursday, July 16, 2026

Waxing Moon

Pluto, Mercury, Neptune Retrograde

Hazy and warm

You can read the latest on the garden over at Gratitude & Growth.

Yesterday morning, I caught up on some email. I realized I hadn’t yet sent my UK producer the requested materials for the next radio production, so I got that out the door, and caught up on a few other things. I tried to make as best use of time as possible before I had to move out of the office because it was too hot. Working in another room means running off the laptop battery, which doesn’t last very long. The manufacturer claims 6-8 hours, but it’s really closer to 2. And I can’t really plug in anywhere in the living room when the fans and coolers are running,

It does force me to focus and then take breaks, though.

I’m getting ready to prepare an  LOI for a company who’s looking for something else, but I have an idea that might be worth their while. It would be remote (of course) with occasional trips to their location about an hour away in VT. So that’s on the list for next week, as is an idea I have for Assets4Artists. That idea is in a very embryonic stage, and I want to spin it out so it’s a real proposal. I was working away, thinking, “I need xyz, I wish A4A had that” and I heard Briana’s voice in my head saying, “well, tell us what you need and let’s see what we can do” so I’ll put together a polished pitch and see if it works for them. As they expand, they’re shifting some of their focus, and I think this idea would help build on that, while giving a throughline to the foundation they already have.

I refused to let myself work on any of those things, other than scribbling a few notes so I wouldn’t lose the idea completely, because I had a deadline to meet.

I struggled with the ghostwriting, trying to smooth out the logic and keep it all working properly. I managed to get it off a little after 5 PM. I start the next assignment today, which is due on July 29, although I might get it in a little early, since a good portion of it is already sitting in my brain.

The haze from the wildfires was eerie. The temperatures didn’t get as high as predicted, but the air was heavy, humid, and smoky. I was only 77F when I woke up this morning, though, and I have the fans running to get it cooler. It should only get up to 85 today, and then be in the low 80’s for the weekend, cooling off at night.

On today’s agenda: supposedly online meditation group, the usual Thursday errands, Freelance Friends chat, turning around the edits on the short story (biggest priority), getting out the script materials that should have gone out yesterday and did not, working on the commission pitch, working on the radio series, and starting the next ghostwriting. That’s rather a big list, so we’ll see how much I can actually get done. I have a feeling I’ll work on the commission pitch through the weekend, which is fine.

I changed my mind about one set of script materials. What I was originally going to send needs more thought and work. I have another piece from which I can send sample pages, and then finish a draft if they want to work on it.

Have a good one!

Thurs. July 16, 2026: Time to Venture Out

Thursday, July 16, 2026

Waxing Moon

Pluto, Mercury, Neptune Retrograde

Hazy and warm

You can read the latest on the garden over at Gratitude & Growth.

Yesterday morning, I caught up on some email. I realized I hadn’t yet sent my UK producer the requested materials for the next radio production, so I got that out the door, and caught up on a few other things. I tried to make as best use of time as possible before I had to move out of the office because it was too hot. Working in another room means running off the laptop battery, which doesn’t last very long. The manufacturer claims 6-8 hours, but it’s really closer to 2. And I can’t really plug in anywhere in the living room when the fans and coolers are running,

It does force me to focus and then take breaks, though.

I’m getting ready to prepare an  LOI for a company who’s looking for something else, but I have an idea that might be worth their while. It would be remote (of course) with occasional trips to their location about an hour away in VT. So that’s on the list for next week, as is an idea I have for Assets4Artists. That idea is in a very embryonic stage, and I want to spin it out so it’s a real proposal. I was working away, thinking, “I need xyz, I wish A4A had that” and I heard Briana’s voice in my head saying, “well, tell us what you need and let’s see what we can do” so I’ll put together a polished pitch and see if it works for them. As they expand, they’re shifting some of their focus, and I think this idea would help build on that, while giving a throughline to the foundation they already have.

I refused to let myself work on any of those things, other than scribbling a few notes so I wouldn’t lose the idea completely, because I had a deadline to meet.

I struggled with the ghostwriting, trying to smooth out the logic and keep it all working properly. I managed to get it off a little after 5 PM. I start the next assignment today, which is due on July 29, although I might get it in a little early, since a good portion of it is already sitting in my brain.

The haze from the wildfires was eerie. The temperatures didn’t get as high as predicted, but the air was heavy, humid, and smoky. I was only 77F when I woke up this morning, though, and I have the fans running to get it cooler. It should only get up to 85 today, and then be in the low 80’s for the weekend, cooling off at night.

On today’s agenda: supposedly online meditation group, the usual Thursday errands, Freelance Friends chat, turning around the edits on the short story (biggest priority), getting out the script materials that should have gone out yesterday and did not, working on the commission pitch, working on the radio series, and starting the next ghostwriting. That’s rather a big list, so we’ll see how much I can actually get done. I have a feeling I’ll work on the commission pitch through the weekend, which is fine.

I changed my mind about one set of script materials. What I was originally going to send needs more thought and work. I have another piece from which I can send sample pages, and then finish a draft if they want to work on it.

Have a good one!

La prochaine formation @silex est gratuite et c'est la dernière :)

Promo 10 - Partie 1/2 | Créer des sites statiques | Formation Silex pour freelances, 20 juillet 2026 de 14h à 16h30, en ligne

Inscrivez-vous ici
https://events.silex.me/events/be4d4239-49e9-41d4-bd6c-fec1cc5bf537

#Silex #foss #NoCode #JAMStack #OpenSource #11ty #WebDesign #communs #freelance #WordPress #cms #automation

La prochaine formation @silex est gratuite et c'est la dernière :)

Promo 10 - Partie 1/2 | Créer des sites statiques | Formation Silex pour freelances, 20 juillet 2026 de 14h à 16h30, en ligne

Inscrivez-vous ici
https://events.silex.me/events/be4d4239-49e9-41d4-bd6c-fec1cc5bf537

#Silex #foss #NoCode #JAMStack #OpenSource #11ty #WebDesign #communs #freelance #WordPress #cms #automation

#french
Hello les indépendants de France :)
Quid de la #facturationelectronique ?

Vous avez des services à conseiller? De préférence faciles et pas trop dégueu?

Je n'ai pas envie de m'y coller mais il faut bien ...

merci xxx

#freelance #microentreprise #francedemacron #artisteauteur

#french
Hello les indépendants de France :)
Quid de la #facturationelectronique ?

Vous avez des services à conseiller? De préférence faciles et pas trop dégueu?

Je n'ai pas envie de m'y coller mais il faut bien ...

merci xxx

#freelance #microentreprise #francedemacron #artisteauteur

#french
Hello les indépendants de France :)
Quid de la #facturationelectronique ?

Vous avez des services à conseiller? De préférence faciles et pas trop dégueu?

Je n'ai pas envie de m'y coller mais il faut bien ...

merci xxx

#freelance #microentreprise #francedemacron #artisteauteur

#french
Hello les indépendants de France :)
Quid de la #facturationelectronique ?

Vous avez des services à conseiller? De préférence faciles et pas trop dégueu?

Je n'ai pas envie de m'y coller mais il faut bien ...

merci xxx

#freelance #microentreprise #francedemacron #artisteauteur

#french
Hello les indépendants de France :)
Quid de la #facturationelectronique ?

Vous avez des services à conseiller? De préférence faciles et pas trop dégueu?

Je n'ai pas envie de m'y coller mais il faut bien ...

merci xxx

#freelance #microentreprise #francedemacron #artisteauteur

FREELANCE - Animated Short Film

https://youtu.be/WAvchbP2kXM?si=Lw9euDTHwj0SvWtn

A young hopeful Knight reports for duty at the King's court. Little does he know that slaying dragons might not be his biggest challenge.

#cartoon #blender3d #blender #knight #dragon #king #freelance

What We love about the Fedi is its down to earth feeling, none of that fake insta-bullshit trying to appear appealing. So, here's a picture of our small messy home studio! Currently, We are lucky enough to be able to work on our short movie about birds, shrooms and life expectations.

Featuring @kooomash in their battle armor

#art #freelance #selfhosting #indieanimation #animation #toonsquid #aosta #vda #agoutistudio #birdwatching

What We love about the Fedi is its down to earth feeling, none of that fake insta-bullshit trying to appear appealing. So, here's a picture of our small messy home studio! Currently, We are lucky enough to be able to work on our short movie about birds, shrooms and life expectations.

Featuring @kooomash in their battle armor

#art #freelance #selfhosting #indieanimation #animation #toonsquid #aosta #vda #agoutistudio #birdwatching

What We love about the Fedi is its down to earth feeling, none of that fake insta-bullshit trying to appear appealing. So, here's a picture of our small messy home studio! Currently, We are lucky enough to be able to work on our short movie about birds, shrooms and life expectations.

Featuring @kooomash in their battle armor

#art #freelance #selfhosting #indieanimation #animation #toonsquid #aosta #vda #agoutistudio #birdwatching

What We love about the Fedi is its down to earth feeling, none of that fake insta-bullshit trying to appear appealing. So, here's a picture of our small messy home studio! Currently, We are lucky enough to be able to work on our short movie about birds, shrooms and life expectations.

Featuring @kooomash in their battle armor

#art #freelance #selfhosting #indieanimation #animation #toonsquid #aosta #vda #agoutistudio #birdwatching

What We love about the Fedi is its down to earth feeling, none of that fake insta-bullshit trying to appear appealing. So, here's a picture of our small messy home studio! Currently, We are lucky enough to be able to work on our short movie about birds, shrooms and life expectations.

Featuring @kooomash in their battle armor

#art #freelance #selfhosting #indieanimation #animation #toonsquid #aosta #vda #agoutistudio #birdwatching

Ich bin übrigens immer noch auf der Suche nach neuen Aufträgen, nachdem mir meine wichtigste Einnahmequelle sehr überraschend Mitte Mai weggebrochen ist. So langsam schrumpft der Puffer.

Deswegen meine Frage: Braucht vielleicht jemand gut recherchierte, originelle, flüssige und gut sprechbare Podcast-Skripte? Das hat sich zu einem meiner Schwerpunkte entwickelt.

Details auf meiner Website https://wernerprise.com

Boosts mehr wie bloß willkommen :)¹

¹ Das erklärt sich beim Besuch der Website.

#Podcast #Podcasts #SkriptAutor #Journalist #Texter #Redakteur #FediHire #FediJob #Freelance #Job #Jobsuche

Ich bin übrigens immer noch auf der Suche nach neuen Aufträgen, nachdem mir meine wichtigste Einnahmequelle sehr überraschend Mitte Mai weggebrochen ist. So langsam schrumpft der Puffer.

Deswegen meine Frage: Braucht vielleicht jemand gut recherchierte, originelle, flüssige und gut sprechbare Podcast-Skripte? Das hat sich zu einem meiner Schwerpunkte entwickelt.

Details auf meiner Website https://wernerprise.com

Boosts mehr wie bloß willkommen :)¹

¹ Das erklärt sich beim Besuch der Website.

#Podcast #Podcasts #SkriptAutor #Journalist #Texter #Redakteur #FediHire #FediJob #Freelance #Job #Jobsuche

Ich bin übrigens immer noch auf der Suche nach neuen Aufträgen, nachdem mir meine wichtigste Einnahmequelle sehr überraschend Mitte Mai weggebrochen ist. So langsam schrumpft der Puffer.

Deswegen meine Frage: Braucht vielleicht jemand gut recherchierte, originelle, flüssige und gut sprechbare Podcast-Skripte? Das hat sich zu einem meiner Schwerpunkte entwickelt.

Details auf meiner Website https://wernerprise.com

Boosts mehr wie bloß willkommen :)¹

¹ Das erklärt sich beim Besuch der Website.

#Podcast #Podcasts #SkriptAutor #Journalist #Texter #Redakteur #FediHire #FediJob #Freelance #Job #Jobsuche

Ich bin übrigens immer noch auf der Suche nach neuen Aufträgen, nachdem mir meine wichtigste Einnahmequelle sehr überraschend Mitte Mai weggebrochen ist. So langsam schrumpft der Puffer.

Deswegen meine Frage: Braucht vielleicht jemand gut recherchierte, originelle, flüssige und gut sprechbare Podcast-Skripte? Das hat sich zu einem meiner Schwerpunkte entwickelt.

Details auf meiner Website https://wernerprise.com

Boosts mehr wie bloß willkommen :)¹

¹ Das erklärt sich beim Besuch der Website.

#Podcast #Podcasts #SkriptAutor #Journalist #Texter #Redakteur #FediHire #FediJob #Freelance #Job #Jobsuche

Ich bin übrigens immer noch auf der Suche nach neuen Aufträgen, nachdem mir meine wichtigste Einnahmequelle sehr überraschend Mitte Mai weggebrochen ist. So langsam schrumpft der Puffer.

Deswegen meine Frage: Braucht vielleicht jemand gut recherchierte, originelle, flüssige und gut sprechbare Podcast-Skripte? Das hat sich zu einem meiner Schwerpunkte entwickelt.

Details auf meiner Website https://wernerprise.com

Boosts mehr wie bloß willkommen :)¹

¹ Das erklärt sich beim Besuch der Website.

#Podcast #Podcasts #SkriptAutor #Journalist #Texter #Redakteur #FediHire #FediJob #Freelance #Job #Jobsuche

45 Years Later, Amazon Should Steal From The Most Mediocre Bond Movie

It’s a long-running joke that a franchise starved for ideas should go to space, but that meme didn’t…
#NewsBeep #News #Movies #&Thriller #Entertainment #freelance #freelance-recs #homepage #hp-latest #inverse-recommends-movies #JamesBond #movie-tv-anniversary #UK #UnitedKingdom
https://www.newsbeep.com/uk/662479/

Fri. June 26, 2026: All About the Art

Friday, June 26, 2026

Waxing Moon

Pluto Retrograde

It’s Friday, yay! And doesn’t June 26, 2026 look pretty on the page?

One of my most enjoyable daily reads is HYPERALLERGIC, which is a mixture of art, culture, and politics. Articles in that publication have led me to some very interesting new-to-me discoveries.

An online acquaintance recommend radio.garden, and I am becoming obsessed with that. You spin the virtual globe and can listen to radio from anywhere in the world. The same individual also recommended photopea.com, a free online photo editor. I’ve just started exploring it. It seems to genuinely be free for the different elements (and is supposed to be a solid alternative to Photoshop), unlike BeFunky and some of the other photo editors that started free and then shrank their offerings to force people into subscriptions.

It’s always interesting to explore what’s out there, and decide whether it’s a useful tool, something fun for downtime, or just a time suck. While I’m trying to slow my own pace to be something more enjoyable instead of being frantic all the time, I also don’t want to mire myself in time sucks when I could be involved in things that are more interesting and enjoyable.

As far as tools go, my rule of thumb is: if it takes longer to set up and maintain the system than to do the task, I do the task and dump the system. Systems can streamline. They can also be a procrastination tool.

Online meditation group was good this morning. I thought this was our last one before summer break, but we will meet next week, so I guess I have one more week of it.

After breakfast, I did the usual round of errands. Did a light grocery shop, ran some other errands, did a drop-off/pick-up at the library. Home, hauled everything up the stairs, put it away. Had some other things that needed attention, so I didn’t get much writing done.

I had to miss the Freelance Friends chat (but caught up later in the afternoon).

I made a salad using two kinds of lettuce and spinach (CSA box), carrots (CSA box), white radishes (CSA box) and cherry tomatoes (store bought). It never ceases to amaze me how much higher the flavor levels are with items from the CSA.

The session on ghostwriting hosted by the Authors Guild Foundation was excellent. Since it was about “breaking in” I was worried that it wouldn’t have information specifically useful to me, but it did. It gave me quite a bit to think about (in a good way).

I signed the anthology contract and returned it.

I changed into appropriate Real People clothes and headed out just before 5 PM. First, I headed to open studios at MASS MoCA. I caught up with a few locals before starting the studio tour. Everyone’s work was interesting and very different from each other. I spent some time with the artist who was in the studio I’ve had for the Boiler House Residency for the last two years. He’s a painter using really interesting techniques, and we also chatted about how great that particular studio is. One of the other artists is doing quilt/textile work, and we just started chatting like we’d known each other for years! They are moving to Rhode Island in the next few months, and once they get settled, I want to introduce them to a friend of mine in upstate NY who is a textile artist. Plus keeping in touch on projects, because it feels like we’ve known each other all our lives. In the other building, there was a really interesting artist from Puerto Rico who shipped sand from various beaches in PR to the studio and works on sand sculptures in the shape of targets, exploring the damage done by ruins and overbuilding and erosion.

After I made the studio rounds, I walked across town to FutureLabs for the closing of this month’s show. It is a project in response to the Venice Biennale that’s been going on for about 15 years. A group of artists travels to Venice for the show, and this year, they had a response to it, and these are the pieces created. They also did a book signing (they created a book from various pieces) and performed a poem in the street (and filmed it, so we could watch it). The exhibit itself contained photos and other works in response to their experiences, and also several garments built from all the tote bags given away. It was fun and very, very clever. We met some of the new associate members, too.

The next First Friday (July 3) is when the next show opens, by two of the artists in the group I know better than some of the other artists. The following week, four artists I know who work with natural elements have a show opening at Hotel Downstreet. So July will be filled with art and poetry, which suits me just fine.

Home, cooked a Thai chicken and basil dish using the basil from the CSA box. It was yummy. I’ve made that recipe before. I have several FOOD & WINE cookbooks I’ve accumulated through the years, but this was on the free cart in the Williamstown Library (a discard) a couple of years back. I grabbed it. It’s built around herbs and spices, and the recipes are really good. I might cook my way through the book in these next months.

Read a bit in the evening. Up early this morning. It was pouring when I woke up, so I worried I would have to scupper the trip to the laundromat. It let up in time for me to go, drizzled a bit while I was there, let up while I came home, and started pouring again about 10 minutes after I’d hauled everything back up the stairs. Good timing!

On today’s agenda: folding and putting away laundry, working on the radio series, working on a piece of flash fiction that has to go out early next week, working on BETTING MAN, maybe a little ghostwriting. I plan to use the sugar snap peas from the CSA box for dinner tonight.

Tomorrow, I hope to get in some work on BETTING MAN, and, if the light is good, some sewing. It’s supposed to be hot this weekend, so I’ll play it by ear. Sunday, hopefully more sewing, and then there’s a celebration for Bear & Bee Bookshop’s 5th anniversary in the afternoon, so I’ll head down to that.

Have a great weekend, and we’ll catch up next week – the day after the Full Moon and the day after Mercury turns retrograde. Buckle up, my buttercups!

Fri. June 26, 2026: All About the Art

Friday, June 26, 2026

Waxing Moon

Pluto Retrograde

It’s Friday, yay! And doesn’t June 26, 2026 look pretty on the page?

One of my most enjoyable daily reads is HYPERALLERGIC, which is a mixture of art, culture, and politics. Articles in that publication have led me to some very interesting new-to-me discoveries.

An online acquaintance recommend radio.garden, and I am becoming obsessed with that. You spin the virtual globe and can listen to radio from anywhere in the world. The same individual also recommended photopea.com, a free online photo editor. I’ve just started exploring it. It seems to genuinely be free for the different elements (and is supposed to be a solid alternative to Photoshop), unlike BeFunky and some of the other photo editors that started free and then shrank their offerings to force people into subscriptions.

It’s always interesting to explore what’s out there, and decide whether it’s a useful tool, something fun for downtime, or just a time suck. While I’m trying to slow my own pace to be something more enjoyable instead of being frantic all the time, I also don’t want to mire myself in time sucks when I could be involved in things that are more interesting and enjoyable.

As far as tools go, my rule of thumb is: if it takes longer to set up and maintain the system than to do the task, I do the task and dump the system. Systems can streamline. They can also be a procrastination tool.

Online meditation group was good this morning. I thought this was our last one before summer break, but we will meet next week, so I guess I have one more week of it.

After breakfast, I did the usual round of errands. Did a light grocery shop, ran some other errands, did a drop-off/pick-up at the library. Home, hauled everything up the stairs, put it away. Had some other things that needed attention, so I didn’t get much writing done.

I had to miss the Freelance Friends chat (but caught up later in the afternoon).

I made a salad using two kinds of lettuce and spinach (CSA box), carrots (CSA box), white radishes (CSA box) and cherry tomatoes (store bought). It never ceases to amaze me how much higher the flavor levels are with items from the CSA.

The session on ghostwriting hosted by the Authors Guild Foundation was excellent. Since it was about “breaking in” I was worried that it wouldn’t have information specifically useful to me, but it did. It gave me quite a bit to think about (in a good way).

I signed the anthology contract and returned it.

I changed into appropriate Real People clothes and headed out just before 5 PM. First, I headed to open studios at MASS MoCA. I caught up with a few locals before starting the studio tour. Everyone’s work was interesting and very different from each other. I spent some time with the artist who was in the studio I’ve had for the Boiler House Residency for the last two years. He’s a painter using really interesting techniques, and we also chatted about how great that particular studio is. One of the other artists is doing quilt/textile work, and we just started chatting like we’d known each other for years! They are moving to Rhode Island in the next few months, and once they get settled, I want to introduce them to a friend of mine in upstate NY who is a textile artist. Plus keeping in touch on projects, because it feels like we’ve known each other all our lives. In the other building, there was a really interesting artist from Puerto Rico who shipped sand from various beaches in PR to the studio and works on sand sculptures in the shape of targets, exploring the damage done by ruins and overbuilding and erosion.

After I made the studio rounds, I walked across town to FutureLabs for the closing of this month’s show. It is a project in response to the Venice Biennale that’s been going on for about 15 years. A group of artists travels to Venice for the show, and this year, they had a response to it, and these are the pieces created. They also did a book signing (they created a book from various pieces) and performed a poem in the street (and filmed it, so we could watch it). The exhibit itself contained photos and other works in response to their experiences, and also several garments built from all the tote bags given away. It was fun and very, very clever. We met some of the new associate members, too.

The next First Friday (July 3) is when the next show opens, by two of the artists in the group I know better than some of the other artists. The following week, four artists I know who work with natural elements have a show opening at Hotel Downstreet. So July will be filled with art and poetry, which suits me just fine.

Home, cooked a Thai chicken and basil dish using the basil from the CSA box. It was yummy. I’ve made that recipe before. I have several FOOD & WINE cookbooks I’ve accumulated through the years, but this was on the free cart in the Williamstown Library (a discard) a couple of years back. I grabbed it. It’s built around herbs and spices, and the recipes are really good. I might cook my way through the book in these next months.

Read a bit in the evening. Up early this morning. It was pouring when I woke up, so I worried I would have to scupper the trip to the laundromat. It let up in time for me to go, drizzled a bit while I was there, let up while I came home, and started pouring again about 10 minutes after I’d hauled everything back up the stairs. Good timing!

On today’s agenda: folding and putting away laundry, working on the radio series, working on a piece of flash fiction that has to go out early next week, working on BETTING MAN, maybe a little ghostwriting. I plan to use the sugar snap peas from the CSA box for dinner tonight.

Tomorrow, I hope to get in some work on BETTING MAN, and, if the light is good, some sewing. It’s supposed to be hot this weekend, so I’ll play it by ear. Sunday, hopefully more sewing, and then there’s a celebration for Bear & Bee Bookshop’s 5th anniversary in the afternoon, so I’ll head down to that.

Have a great weekend, and we’ll catch up next week – the day after the Full Moon and the day after Mercury turns retrograde. Buckle up, my buttercups!

Hablábamos español y él respondía en política

No escribo esto porque Jaimito sea un hijueputa.

Tampoco porque yo sea una víctima.

Lo escribo porque después de cuarenta y dos años viendo gente, uno empieza a notar patrones.

Y algunos patrones cansan.

Conocí a Jaimito hace años.

Trabajamos juntos.

Compartimos proyectos.

Favores.

Trasteos.

Conversaciones.

Tiempo.

Lo ayudé cuando pude.

Me ayudó cuando pudo.

Como cualquier amistad normal entre dos obreros del audiovisual intentando sobrevivir en un país donde la estabilidad laboral parece una leyenda urbana.

El problema nunca fue la amistad.

El problema fue que con el tiempo descubrí que hablábamos idiomas distintos.

Yo hablaba español.

Él respondía en política.

Yo hablaba de una mesa hecha con una señal de PARE.

Terminábamos hablando de presidentes.

Yo hablaba de trabajo.

Terminábamos hablando de gobiernos.

Yo hablaba de clientes.

Terminábamos hablando de reformas.

Yo hablaba de personas.

Terminábamos hablando de ideologías.

Y así durante años.

Al principio uno debate.

Después escucha.

Luego sonríe.

Finalmente se cansa.

No porque el otro piense distinto.

Porque cualquier conversación termina secuestrada por la misma obsesión.

Llegó un momento en que ya no importaba el tema.

Todo desembocaba en política.

Todo tenía un culpable.

Todo tenía una explicación ideológica.

Todo tenía un enemigo.

Y yo cada vez estaba más lejos de esa película.

La plandemia me dejó muchas cosas.

Una de ellas fue una profunda desconfianza hacia las certezas absolutas.

Vi expertos equivocarse.

Vi gobiernos equivocarse.

Vi periodistas equivocarse.

Vi conspiranoicos equivocarse.

Vi gente inteligente actuar como idiota.

Y vi idiotas convencidos de ser genios.

Después de sobrevivir a todo eso me quedó muy poco entusiasmo para volver a meterme en trincheras políticas.

Mientras otros discutían candidatos, yo estaba intentando pagar facturas.

Mientras otros discutían reformas, yo estaba operando cámara.

Mientras otros discutían revoluciones, yo estaba digitalizando VHS.

Mientras otros discutían el futuro del país, yo estaba intentando sobrevivir el presente.

Y aquí aparece otro fenómeno.

La distancia entre el relato y la realidad.

Durante años escuché historias.

Planes.

Negocios.

Contactos.

Oportunidades.

Viajes.

Promesas.

Emprendimientos.

Canadá.

México.

La ONU.

Fortunas futuras.

Y con el tiempo aprendí algo maravilloso:

La realidad siempre llega a cobrar.

Jaimito estudió administración de algo.

Ya ni me acuerdo exactamente de qué era la vaina.

Lo que sí recuerdo perfectamente era la promesa.

En aquella época parecía que estaba a semanas de convertirse en el Bill Gates de las EPS.

Iba a dejar el audiovisual.

Iba a forrarse.

Iba a despegar.

Años después seguíamos sobreviviendo en el mismo planeta.

Luego llegaron los negocios.

El café.

El bar.

Las oportunidades.

Los emprendimientos.

Las ideas brillantes.

Los proyectos espectaculares.

Siempre había algo a punto de ocurrir.

Siempre.

Y después aparecía una pequeña dificultad llamada realidad.

Mi favorita sigue siendo la época de los viajes.

Diciembre de 2021.

Escuché que uno se iba para Canadá.

Escuché que otro se iba para México.

La forma en que lo contaban hacía pensar que ya tenían las maletas listas y el pasabordo en la mano.

Estamos varios años después.

Sigo esperando.

Mi mamá incluso propuso una teoría más razonable.

Que de pronto México era un barrio de Funza.

Canadá todavía no aparece en el mapa.

Después llegó la ONU.

Durante una grabación en plena plandemia parecía que algunos estaban a dos llamadas de convertirse en diplomáticos internacionales.

Años después una funcionaria me llamó para trabajar.

Ni siquiera sabía quién era.

No tenía guardado el contacto.

No tenía estrategia.

No tenía networking.

Solo sonó el teléfono.

Necesitaban camarógrafo.

Acepté.

Trabajé.

Cobré.

Fin de la historia.

Cuando lo conté, apareció otra vez el relato.

— Yo tengo a las de la ONU.

Claro.

Cómo no.

El problema es que para entonces ya vivía conmigo una criatura especial.

El mono de los platillos.

🐒🥁🥁🥁

No siempre estuvo ahí.

Fue entrenado.

Pacientemente.

Con años de exposición a promesas, contactos, discursos, ideologías, negocios milagrosos y relatos extraordinarios.

Al principio discutía.

Después analizaba.

Ahora simplemente escucha.

Y toca.

Cada vez que alguien anuncia una revolución personal.

Cada vez que alguien está a punto de volverse millonario.

Cada vez que alguien conoce a medio planeta.

Cada vez que alguien va a cambiar su vida para siempre.

El mono toca.

Y espera.

Espera seis meses.

Un año.

Dos años.

Y luego revisa los resultados.

No por maldad.

Por método científico.

Porque la realidad suele hablar más bajito que las promesas.

Con el tiempo descubrí algo incómodo.

La mayoría de las personas no miente.

La mayoría exagera.

Se cuentan una versión optimista de sí mismas.

Y luego terminan creyéndola.

Por eso dejé de discutir.

No necesito demostrar que alguien está equivocado.

El tiempo hace ese trabajo gratis.

También descubrí otra cosa.

Jamás he visto a un político pagarme una factura.

Jamás he visto a un político cargarme una cámara.

Jamás he visto a un político rescatarme un proyecto.

Jamás he visto a un político digitalizarme un VHS.

Los que han hecho eso han sido personas normales.

Clase obrera.

Gente que madruga.

Gente que trabaja.

Gente que también llega cansada a la casa.

Por eso siempre me pareció absurdo que personas que viven prácticamente la misma vida terminaran convertidas en enemigos por defender políticos que jamás los llamarían por teléfono.

Nunca entendí esa necesidad.

Y mientras más años pasan, menos la entiendo.

Jamás pondría un presidente por encima de una amistad.

Jamás pondría una campaña por encima de una persona.

Jamás.

Porque después de las elecciones la vida sigue.

Las facturas siguen.

Los trabajos siguen.

Los problemas siguen.

Y la clase obrera sigue siendo clase obrera.

Lo más curioso es que muchos de los que me trataban como exagerado terminaron haciendo cosas parecidas a las mías.

Cerrar redes.

Reducir ruido.

Alejarse de discusiones inútiles.

Buscar tranquilidad.

No porque yo tuviera razón.

Porque el agotamiento eventualmente alcanza a todo el mundo.

Y quizá ahí está el centro de esta historia.

No me cansé de Jaimito.

Me cansé del ruido.

Me cansé de las campañas eternas.

Me cansé de las promesas recicladas.

Me cansé de los relatos imposibles.

Me cansé de los vendehumos.

Me cansé de los algoritmos.

Me cansé de la competencia imaginaria.

Me cansé de la necesidad permanente de aparentar.

Y cuando uno se cansa de todo eso, empieza a valorar algo muy simple.

Los hechos.

El cliente llamó o no llamó.

El proyecto salió o no salió.

El pago llegó o no llegó.

El avión despegó o no despegó.

Todo lo demás es conversación.

Y a mis cuarenta y dos años ya escuché suficiente conversación para varias vidas.

Por eso observo más de lo que discuto.

Porque descubrí algo que me habría ahorrado muchos dolores de cabeza:

La realidad no necesita que uno la defienda.

La realidad siempre termina hablando sola.

¡Jaimito y Diegote nunca volverán a verse!

@elmandelacamara

Operario de cámara. Cansado, obsoleto, observador y guardando silencio.

Después de cuarenta y dos años, el mono de los platillos tenía razón.

Nota del autor:

El nombre de los personajes ha sido cambiado para proteger a las víctimas.

Hablábamos español y él respondía en política

No escribo esto porque Jaimito sea un hijueputa.

Tampoco porque yo sea una víctima.

Lo escribo porque después de cuarenta y dos años viendo gente, uno empieza a notar patrones.

Y algunos patrones cansan.

Conocí a Jaimito hace años.

Trabajamos juntos.

Compartimos proyectos.

Favores.

Trasteos.

Conversaciones.

Tiempo.

Lo ayudé cuando pude.

Me ayudó cuando pudo.

Como cualquier amistad normal entre dos obreros del audiovisual intentando sobrevivir en un país donde la estabilidad laboral parece una leyenda urbana.

El problema nunca fue la amistad.

El problema fue que con el tiempo descubrí que hablábamos idiomas distintos.

Yo hablaba español.

Él respondía en política.

Yo hablaba de una mesa hecha con una señal de PARE.

Terminábamos hablando de presidentes.

Yo hablaba de trabajo.

Terminábamos hablando de gobiernos.

Yo hablaba de clientes.

Terminábamos hablando de reformas.

Yo hablaba de personas.

Terminábamos hablando de ideologías.

Y así durante años.

Al principio uno debate.

Después escucha.

Luego sonríe.

Finalmente se cansa.

No porque el otro piense distinto.

Porque cualquier conversación termina secuestrada por la misma obsesión.

Llegó un momento en que ya no importaba el tema.

Todo desembocaba en política.

Todo tenía un culpable.

Todo tenía una explicación ideológica.

Todo tenía un enemigo.

Y yo cada vez estaba más lejos de esa película.

La plandemia me dejó muchas cosas.

Una de ellas fue una profunda desconfianza hacia las certezas absolutas.

Vi expertos equivocarse.

Vi gobiernos equivocarse.

Vi periodistas equivocarse.

Vi conspiranoicos equivocarse.

Vi gente inteligente actuar como idiota.

Y vi idiotas convencidos de ser genios.

Después de sobrevivir a todo eso me quedó muy poco entusiasmo para volver a meterme en trincheras políticas.

Mientras otros discutían candidatos, yo estaba intentando pagar facturas.

Mientras otros discutían reformas, yo estaba operando cámara.

Mientras otros discutían revoluciones, yo estaba digitalizando VHS.

Mientras otros discutían el futuro del país, yo estaba intentando sobrevivir el presente.

Y aquí aparece otro fenómeno.

La distancia entre el relato y la realidad.

Durante años escuché historias.

Planes.

Negocios.

Contactos.

Oportunidades.

Viajes.

Promesas.

Emprendimientos.

Canadá.

México.

La ONU.

Fortunas futuras.

Y con el tiempo aprendí algo maravilloso:

La realidad siempre llega a cobrar.

Jaimito estudió administración de algo.

Ya ni me acuerdo exactamente de qué era la vaina.

Lo que sí recuerdo perfectamente era la promesa.

En aquella época parecía que estaba a semanas de convertirse en el Bill Gates de las EPS.

Iba a dejar el audiovisual.

Iba a forrarse.

Iba a despegar.

Años después seguíamos sobreviviendo en el mismo planeta.

Luego llegaron los negocios.

El café.

El bar.

Las oportunidades.

Los emprendimientos.

Las ideas brillantes.

Los proyectos espectaculares.

Siempre había algo a punto de ocurrir.

Siempre.

Y después aparecía una pequeña dificultad llamada realidad.

Mi favorita sigue siendo la época de los viajes.

Diciembre de 2021.

Escuché que uno se iba para Canadá.

Escuché que otro se iba para México.

La forma en que lo contaban hacía pensar que ya tenían las maletas listas y el pasabordo en la mano.

Estamos varios años después.

Sigo esperando.

Mi mamá incluso propuso una teoría más razonable.

Que de pronto México era un barrio de Funza.

Canadá todavía no aparece en el mapa.

Después llegó la ONU.

Durante una grabación en plena plandemia parecía que algunos estaban a dos llamadas de convertirse en diplomáticos internacionales.

Años después una funcionaria me llamó para trabajar.

Ni siquiera sabía quién era.

No tenía guardado el contacto.

No tenía estrategia.

No tenía networking.

Solo sonó el teléfono.

Necesitaban camarógrafo.

Acepté.

Trabajé.

Cobré.

Fin de la historia.

Cuando lo conté, apareció otra vez el relato.

— Yo tengo a las de la ONU.

Claro.

Cómo no.

El problema es que para entonces ya vivía conmigo una criatura especial.

El mono de los platillos.

🐒🥁🥁🥁

No siempre estuvo ahí.

Fue entrenado.

Pacientemente.

Con años de exposición a promesas, contactos, discursos, ideologías, negocios milagrosos y relatos extraordinarios.

Al principio discutía.

Después analizaba.

Ahora simplemente escucha.

Y toca.

Cada vez que alguien anuncia una revolución personal.

Cada vez que alguien está a punto de volverse millonario.

Cada vez que alguien conoce a medio planeta.

Cada vez que alguien va a cambiar su vida para siempre.

El mono toca.

Y espera.

Espera seis meses.

Un año.

Dos años.

Y luego revisa los resultados.

No por maldad.

Por método científico.

Porque la realidad suele hablar más bajito que las promesas.

Con el tiempo descubrí algo incómodo.

La mayoría de las personas no miente.

La mayoría exagera.

Se cuentan una versión optimista de sí mismas.

Y luego terminan creyéndola.

Por eso dejé de discutir.

No necesito demostrar que alguien está equivocado.

El tiempo hace ese trabajo gratis.

También descubrí otra cosa.

Jamás he visto a un político pagarme una factura.

Jamás he visto a un político cargarme una cámara.

Jamás he visto a un político rescatarme un proyecto.

Jamás he visto a un político digitalizarme un VHS.

Los que han hecho eso han sido personas normales.

Clase obrera.

Gente que madruga.

Gente que trabaja.

Gente que también llega cansada a la casa.

Por eso siempre me pareció absurdo que personas que viven prácticamente la misma vida terminaran convertidas en enemigos por defender políticos que jamás los llamarían por teléfono.

Nunca entendí esa necesidad.

Y mientras más años pasan, menos la entiendo.

Jamás pondría un presidente por encima de una amistad.

Jamás pondría una campaña por encima de una persona.

Jamás.

Porque después de las elecciones la vida sigue.

Las facturas siguen.

Los trabajos siguen.

Los problemas siguen.

Y la clase obrera sigue siendo clase obrera.

Lo más curioso es que muchos de los que me trataban como exagerado terminaron haciendo cosas parecidas a las mías.

Cerrar redes.

Reducir ruido.

Alejarse de discusiones inútiles.

Buscar tranquilidad.

No porque yo tuviera razón.

Porque el agotamiento eventualmente alcanza a todo el mundo.

Y quizá ahí está el centro de esta historia.

No me cansé de Jaimito.

Me cansé del ruido.

Me cansé de las campañas eternas.

Me cansé de las promesas recicladas.

Me cansé de los relatos imposibles.

Me cansé de los vendehumos.

Me cansé de los algoritmos.

Me cansé de la competencia imaginaria.

Me cansé de la necesidad permanente de aparentar.

Y cuando uno se cansa de todo eso, empieza a valorar algo muy simple.

Los hechos.

El cliente llamó o no llamó.

El proyecto salió o no salió.

El pago llegó o no llegó.

El avión despegó o no despegó.

Todo lo demás es conversación.

Y a mis cuarenta y dos años ya escuché suficiente conversación para varias vidas.

Por eso observo más de lo que discuto.

Porque descubrí algo que me habría ahorrado muchos dolores de cabeza:

La realidad no necesita que uno la defienda.

La realidad siempre termina hablando sola.

¡Jaimito y Diegote nunca volverán a verse!

@elmandelacamara

Operario de cámara. Cansado, obsoleto, observador y guardando silencio.

Después de cuarenta y dos años, el mono de los platillos tenía razón.

Nota del autor:

El nombre de los personajes ha sido cambiado para proteger a las víctimas.

Hablábamos español y él respondía en política

No escribo esto porque Jaimito sea un hijueputa.

Tampoco porque yo sea una víctima.

Lo escribo porque después de cuarenta y dos años viendo gente, uno empieza a notar patrones.

Y algunos patrones cansan.

Conocí a Jaimito hace años.

Trabajamos juntos.

Compartimos proyectos.

Favores.

Trasteos.

Conversaciones.

Tiempo.

Lo ayudé cuando pude.

Me ayudó cuando pudo.

Como cualquier amistad normal entre dos obreros del audiovisual intentando sobrevivir en un país donde la estabilidad laboral parece una leyenda urbana.

El problema nunca fue la amistad.

El problema fue que con el tiempo descubrí que hablábamos idiomas distintos.

Yo hablaba español.

Él respondía en política.

Yo hablaba de una mesa hecha con una señal de PARE.

Terminábamos hablando de presidentes.

Yo hablaba de trabajo.

Terminábamos hablando de gobiernos.

Yo hablaba de clientes.

Terminábamos hablando de reformas.

Yo hablaba de personas.

Terminábamos hablando de ideologías.

Y así durante años.

Al principio uno debate.

Después escucha.

Luego sonríe.

Finalmente se cansa.

No porque el otro piense distinto.

Porque cualquier conversación termina secuestrada por la misma obsesión.

Llegó un momento en que ya no importaba el tema.

Todo desembocaba en política.

Todo tenía un culpable.

Todo tenía una explicación ideológica.

Todo tenía un enemigo.

Y yo cada vez estaba más lejos de esa película.

La plandemia me dejó muchas cosas.

Una de ellas fue una profunda desconfianza hacia las certezas absolutas.

Vi expertos equivocarse.

Vi gobiernos equivocarse.

Vi periodistas equivocarse.

Vi conspiranoicos equivocarse.

Vi gente inteligente actuar como idiota.

Y vi idiotas convencidos de ser genios.

Después de sobrevivir a todo eso me quedó muy poco entusiasmo para volver a meterme en trincheras políticas.

Mientras otros discutían candidatos, yo estaba intentando pagar facturas.

Mientras otros discutían reformas, yo estaba operando cámara.

Mientras otros discutían revoluciones, yo estaba digitalizando VHS.

Mientras otros discutían el futuro del país, yo estaba intentando sobrevivir el presente.

Y aquí aparece otro fenómeno.

La distancia entre el relato y la realidad.

Durante años escuché historias.

Planes.

Negocios.

Contactos.

Oportunidades.

Viajes.

Promesas.

Emprendimientos.

Canadá.

México.

La ONU.

Fortunas futuras.

Y con el tiempo aprendí algo maravilloso:

La realidad siempre llega a cobrar.

Jaimito estudió administración de algo.

Ya ni me acuerdo exactamente de qué era la vaina.

Lo que sí recuerdo perfectamente era la promesa.

En aquella época parecía que estaba a semanas de convertirse en el Bill Gates de las EPS.

Iba a dejar el audiovisual.

Iba a forrarse.

Iba a despegar.

Años después seguíamos sobreviviendo en el mismo planeta.

Luego llegaron los negocios.

El café.

El bar.

Las oportunidades.

Los emprendimientos.

Las ideas brillantes.

Los proyectos espectaculares.

Siempre había algo a punto de ocurrir.

Siempre.

Y después aparecía una pequeña dificultad llamada realidad.

Mi favorita sigue siendo la época de los viajes.

Diciembre de 2021.

Escuché que uno se iba para Canadá.

Escuché que otro se iba para México.

La forma en que lo contaban hacía pensar que ya tenían las maletas listas y el pasabordo en la mano.

Estamos varios años después.

Sigo esperando.

Mi mamá incluso propuso una teoría más razonable.

Que de pronto México era un barrio de Funza.

Canadá todavía no aparece en el mapa.

Después llegó la ONU.

Durante una grabación en plena plandemia parecía que algunos estaban a dos llamadas de convertirse en diplomáticos internacionales.

Años después una funcionaria me llamó para trabajar.

Ni siquiera sabía quién era.

No tenía guardado el contacto.

No tenía estrategia.

No tenía networking.

Solo sonó el teléfono.

Necesitaban camarógrafo.

Acepté.

Trabajé.

Cobré.

Fin de la historia.

Cuando lo conté, apareció otra vez el relato.

— Yo tengo a las de la ONU.

Claro.

Cómo no.

El problema es que para entonces ya vivía conmigo una criatura especial.

El mono de los platillos.

🐒🥁🥁🥁

No siempre estuvo ahí.

Fue entrenado.

Pacientemente.

Con años de exposición a promesas, contactos, discursos, ideologías, negocios milagrosos y relatos extraordinarios.

Al principio discutía.

Después analizaba.

Ahora simplemente escucha.

Y toca.

Cada vez que alguien anuncia una revolución personal.

Cada vez que alguien está a punto de volverse millonario.

Cada vez que alguien conoce a medio planeta.

Cada vez que alguien va a cambiar su vida para siempre.

El mono toca.

Y espera.

Espera seis meses.

Un año.

Dos años.

Y luego revisa los resultados.

No por maldad.

Por método científico.

Porque la realidad suele hablar más bajito que las promesas.

Con el tiempo descubrí algo incómodo.

La mayoría de las personas no miente.

La mayoría exagera.

Se cuentan una versión optimista de sí mismas.

Y luego terminan creyéndola.

Por eso dejé de discutir.

No necesito demostrar que alguien está equivocado.

El tiempo hace ese trabajo gratis.

También descubrí otra cosa.

Jamás he visto a un político pagarme una factura.

Jamás he visto a un político cargarme una cámara.

Jamás he visto a un político rescatarme un proyecto.

Jamás he visto a un político digitalizarme un VHS.

Los que han hecho eso han sido personas normales.

Clase obrera.

Gente que madruga.

Gente que trabaja.

Gente que también llega cansada a la casa.

Por eso siempre me pareció absurdo que personas que viven prácticamente la misma vida terminaran convertidas en enemigos por defender políticos que jamás los llamarían por teléfono.

Nunca entendí esa necesidad.

Y mientras más años pasan, menos la entiendo.

Jamás pondría un presidente por encima de una amistad.

Jamás pondría una campaña por encima de una persona.

Jamás.

Porque después de las elecciones la vida sigue.

Las facturas siguen.

Los trabajos siguen.

Los problemas siguen.

Y la clase obrera sigue siendo clase obrera.

Lo más curioso es que muchos de los que me trataban como exagerado terminaron haciendo cosas parecidas a las mías.

Cerrar redes.

Reducir ruido.

Alejarse de discusiones inútiles.

Buscar tranquilidad.

No porque yo tuviera razón.

Porque el agotamiento eventualmente alcanza a todo el mundo.

Y quizá ahí está el centro de esta historia.

No me cansé de Jaimito.

Me cansé del ruido.

Me cansé de las campañas eternas.

Me cansé de las promesas recicladas.

Me cansé de los relatos imposibles.

Me cansé de los vendehumos.

Me cansé de los algoritmos.

Me cansé de la competencia imaginaria.

Me cansé de la necesidad permanente de aparentar.

Y cuando uno se cansa de todo eso, empieza a valorar algo muy simple.

Los hechos.

El cliente llamó o no llamó.

El proyecto salió o no salió.

El pago llegó o no llegó.

El avión despegó o no despegó.

Todo lo demás es conversación.

Y a mis cuarenta y dos años ya escuché suficiente conversación para varias vidas.

Por eso observo más de lo que discuto.

Porque descubrí algo que me habría ahorrado muchos dolores de cabeza:

La realidad no necesita que uno la defienda.

La realidad siempre termina hablando sola.

¡Jaimito y Diegote nunca volverán a verse!

@elmandelacamara

Operario de cámara. Cansado, obsoleto, observador y guardando silencio.

Después de cuarenta y dos años, el mono de los platillos tenía razón.

Nota del autor:

El nombre de los personajes ha sido cambiado para proteger a las víctimas.

@scy

Und warum haftet dafür nicht der Bundestag? (Regierung und Ministerien kommen ja nicht in Frage, das ist die exekutive, die führen die Gesetze ja nur aus, die Bundestagsabgeordnete, erdacht, erarbeitet, begutachtet und dafür abgestimmt haben.)

#KMU #Freelance #Freiberufler #Selbständige

@scy

Und warum haftet dafür nicht der Bundestag? (Regierung und Ministerien kommen ja nicht in Frage, das ist die exekutive, die führen die Gesetze ja nur aus, die Bundestagsabgeordnete, erdacht, erarbeitet, begutachtet und dafür abgestimmt haben.)

#KMU #Freelance #Freiberufler #Selbständige

Wer als Selbständige*r oder #KMU die Corona-Hilfen des Bundes in Anspruch genommen hat ("Überbrückungshilfe" bzw. "Neustarthilfe"), sollte sich drauf gefasst machen, die evtl. in voller Höhe(!) zurückzahlen zu müssen – womöglich sogar plus Zinsen.

Denn es gibt die ersten Urteile, wonach es sich nicht um Liquiditätshilfen handelt, sondern um Verstöße gegen EU-Beihilferecht.

https://www.haufe.de/steuern/steuerwissen-tipps/ueberbrueckungshilfe-iv-und-neustarthilfen-eu-rechtswidrig_170_670340.html

Wird noch ne Weile dauern, bis das final entschieden ist.

#Freelance #Freiberufler #Selbständige

Wer als Selbständige*r oder #KMU die Corona-Hilfen des Bundes in Anspruch genommen hat ("Überbrückungshilfe" bzw. "Neustarthilfe"), sollte sich drauf gefasst machen, die evtl. in voller Höhe(!) zurückzahlen zu müssen – womöglich sogar plus Zinsen.

Denn es gibt die ersten Urteile, wonach es sich nicht um Liquiditätshilfen handelt, sondern um Verstöße gegen EU-Beihilferecht.

https://www.haufe.de/steuern/steuerwissen-tipps/ueberbrueckungshilfe-iv-und-neustarthilfen-eu-rechtswidrig_170_670340.html

Wird noch ne Weile dauern, bis das final entschieden ist.

#Freelance #Freiberufler #Selbständige

Thurs. June 11, 2026: Obstacles

Thursday, June 11, 2026

Waning Moon

Pluto Retrograde

Cloudy, hot, humid

You can read the latest on the garden over at Gratitude and Growth.

As I tried to settle into my scriptwriting yesterday morning, Willa kept tapping me on the knee and mrrping, so I had to stop and play with her for 20 minutes. A good break for both of us, I guess. I am Willa’s spare human, and I guess she’s decided I have use beyond filling her breakfast bowl. I am the primary human for Tessa, Charlotte, and Bea, and they keep me on my toes, too.

I worked on the 3rd script for the UK producer. I layered in some more sound cues, because I had a couple of stretches were there was too much dialogue without sound cues. (The usual measure is one cue approximately every 30 seconds, or half page, and it has to either drive plot or reveal character). I got another page and half done. I stopped, because I have to build a tarot reading specific to this play, and it has to fit into about a page/a minute to a minute and a half’s worth of airtime. That means I have to build the entire reading, but pick the cards to discuss that drive the plot best. This happens at the halfway point of the piece. I figured out the twist at the end, so I have to work these scenes out so it drives us there. I decided to write the final scene with the plot twist first (about 4 pages), and then build this tarot scene and the next scene to get us there over the next couple of days. I have just under 5 pages of airtime left for the tarot scene and the scene after that will lead into this final scene with the twist. 5 pages written today was a good morning’s work on it. I hoped to finish those middle scenes today, then let it sit for a couple of days, revise it, and get it out early next week, but that is not happening.

I felt really good about all that, took a short break, and switched over to the ghostwriting, which is when my day fell apart. I could not get it done. This particular assignment has been problematical since day one. When I got these notes back, I was told “it’s so close.” It’s not. As I implement the notes, it’s a major restructuring.

I took a break around 4 PM to walk down to Savvy Hive and get my CSA box. It was a little hot and humid, but still nice to get away from the desk and moving. We have so many greens! So much kale! And more Bok Choy, which is always a joy.

I needed a bit of recovery time when I got back, but I heated up leftovers for dinner, and then went back to work on the ghostwriting. I gave up around 11 PM, completely discouraged and disheartened, and told them I couldn’t get it to them today. It’ll have to be tomorrow. I don’t know HOW it will get done, but too bad for me.

I took a shower, and was in bed around midnight. I’d run the fan in my bedroom while I was working, so it wasn’t unbearable, but a little more humid than I’d like. I managed to get some sleep.

Up at the usual time, morning routine, feeling literally sick at the thought of tackling the ghostwriting assignment today. But it has to get done. It’s the same issues that come up every few months, and they are burning me out. Discussing them gets nods and smiles and suggested solutions, but a few months later, here we are again.

If I could detach myself from caring about the work, I’d be in a much better position, but that’s not possible. If I didn’t care, I couldn’t do it at all.

We all have bad days at work, no matter what the profession. Yesterday was one of mine. It wouldn’t be a genuine depiction of a writing life if the bad days weren’t included.

There’s also a lot of other stuff that has to get done today. I thought I’d be clear of the ghostwriting assignment (because when I’m told “it’s so close” I don’t expect to have to basically throw out three quarters of it and redo it within 48 hours which includes the kind of research that takes most authors 4-6 months), but I’m not, so I have to figure out how to juggle the ghostwriting and all the meetings and all the errands, none of which can be moved. I’m going to try to look at the meetings as welcome, necessary breaks instead of getting frantic that I should be using that time on the ghostwriting.

We didn’t have the promised rain yesterday, so it’s muggy, but at least it’s not supposed to be as hot. We’ll see.

Online meditation group was cancelled today, so I can get out the door for my errands early. It’s the usual round of grocery store, library, and whatever else needs attention. There a Freelance Friends meeting at noon, a library trustees meeting at 5:30, and then a library cohort meeting online at 8.

So I better get going.

Thurs. June 11, 2026: Obstacles

Thursday, June 11, 2026

Waning Moon

Pluto Retrograde

Cloudy, hot, humid

You can read the latest on the garden over at Gratitude and Growth.

As I tried to settle into my scriptwriting yesterday morning, Willa kept tapping me on the knee and mrrping, so I had to stop and play with her for 20 minutes. A good break for both of us, I guess. I am Willa’s spare human, and I guess she’s decided I have use beyond filling her breakfast bowl. I am the primary human for Tessa, Charlotte, and Bea, and they keep me on my toes, too.

I worked on the 3rd script for the UK producer. I layered in some more sound cues, because I had a couple of stretches were there was too much dialogue without sound cues. (The usual measure is one cue approximately every 30 seconds, or half page, and it has to either drive plot or reveal character). I got another page and half done. I stopped, because I have to build a tarot reading specific to this play, and it has to fit into about a page/a minute to a minute and a half’s worth of airtime. That means I have to build the entire reading, but pick the cards to discuss that drive the plot best. This happens at the halfway point of the piece. I figured out the twist at the end, so I have to work these scenes out so it drives us there. I decided to write the final scene with the plot twist first (about 4 pages), and then build this tarot scene and the next scene to get us there over the next couple of days. I have just under 5 pages of airtime left for the tarot scene and the scene after that will lead into this final scene with the twist. 5 pages written today was a good morning’s work on it. I hoped to finish those middle scenes today, then let it sit for a couple of days, revise it, and get it out early next week, but that is not happening.

I felt really good about all that, took a short break, and switched over to the ghostwriting, which is when my day fell apart. I could not get it done. This particular assignment has been problematical since day one. When I got these notes back, I was told “it’s so close.” It’s not. As I implement the notes, it’s a major restructuring.

I took a break around 4 PM to walk down to Savvy Hive and get my CSA box. It was a little hot and humid, but still nice to get away from the desk and moving. We have so many greens! So much kale! And more Bok Choy, which is always a joy.

I needed a bit of recovery time when I got back, but I heated up leftovers for dinner, and then went back to work on the ghostwriting. I gave up around 11 PM, completely discouraged and disheartened, and told them I couldn’t get it to them today. It’ll have to be tomorrow. I don’t know HOW it will get done, but too bad for me.

I took a shower, and was in bed around midnight. I’d run the fan in my bedroom while I was working, so it wasn’t unbearable, but a little more humid than I’d like. I managed to get some sleep.

Up at the usual time, morning routine, feeling literally sick at the thought of tackling the ghostwriting assignment today. But it has to get done. It’s the same issues that come up every few months, and they are burning me out. Discussing them gets nods and smiles and suggested solutions, but a few months later, here we are again.

If I could detach myself from caring about the work, I’d be in a much better position, but that’s not possible. If I didn’t care, I couldn’t do it at all.

We all have bad days at work, no matter what the profession. Yesterday was one of mine. It wouldn’t be a genuine depiction of a writing life if the bad days weren’t included.

There’s also a lot of other stuff that has to get done today. I thought I’d be clear of the ghostwriting assignment (because when I’m told “it’s so close” I don’t expect to have to basically throw out three quarters of it and redo it within 48 hours which includes the kind of research that takes most authors 4-6 months), but I’m not, so I have to figure out how to juggle the ghostwriting and all the meetings and all the errands, none of which can be moved. I’m going to try to look at the meetings as welcome, necessary breaks instead of getting frantic that I should be using that time on the ghostwriting.

We didn’t have the promised rain yesterday, so it’s muggy, but at least it’s not supposed to be as hot. We’ll see.

Online meditation group was cancelled today, so I can get out the door for my errands early. It’s the usual round of grocery store, library, and whatever else needs attention. There a Freelance Friends meeting at noon, a library trustees meeting at 5:30, and then a library cohort meeting online at 8.

So I better get going.

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Tues. June 2, 2026: Clackity-Clack Go the Keys

Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Waning Moon

Pluto Retrograde

Sunny and Pleasant

Happy June! Hope you’re having a strong start to the month.

You can read the Community Tarot Reading for the Week here. We are using the Mystic Mondays Tarot, which is a brightly colored, modern deck.

Friday was a beautiful, sunny day. After the morning chores, I sat down to go through some email, discuss some author fest info with the library, and then get to work on BETTING MAN. I did 1K, which was a good morning’s work.

I switched over to the ghostwriting in the afternoon, and had a strong session, but didn’t finish, as I hoped. It wasn’t due until yesterday, but I wanted to get it in a day early. Sadly, I ran out of steam right before the climactic sequence. Since I need that to be strong, I shut down for the day.

Cooked dinner, including a side dish of bok choy, spring onions, and baby garlic, all from the CSA box, that was absolutely wonderful. The CSA ingredients make such a huge difference.

For some reason, I was completely wiped out and went to bed far too early. That meant Charlotte fussed, and by the time I got her settled, I was wide awake again.

Managed to get back to sleep, and Charlotte was impossible on Saturday morning. The cool nights make good sleeping weather, but it was cold enough for the heat to kick on Saturday morning, and it rained overnight.

Up early, morning routine. In the free-write session, came up with the outline for a completely different play to work on during End of Play than anything I’d considered so far. But it’s a topic I want to explore, and I think it will fit the parameters of the program. It’s actually contemporary, not historical. Got to switch it up sometimes, right?

Too many hours of housework ate up most of the morning. Then, I set up the first piece of fabric (even though it was rainy and a bit dark) only to find out that it wasn’t enough to do that pattern on that fabric if I followed the grainline properly. On paper, it was enough yardage, but not when I actually set it out to cut it. And if I don’t go on the grain with this fabric, it won’t drape properly on my body and will look bad. I searched through my other patterns, and couldn’t find something I wanted to do that would fit this yardage, so I decided I need to modify the pattern.

But first, I had to eat lunch, and then work on the ghostwriting.

Before I got started on the ghostwriting, I got news that the colleague that went into hospice about two weeks ago has died. She actually died a couple of days after entering hospice, but one of the group of friends found the obituary today and sent it around. Something else to grieve. Five of Cups indeed.

I spent the afternoon on the ghostwriting, reworking the climactic sequence until I was satisfied. It took longer than I hoped, but I’m happy with the quality of the work.

Cooked a lovely pasta from my favorite book of pasta sauces. The sauce was pancetta and peas with spring onion, milk, and parmesan (basically an Alfredo-like sauce, but not as thick). Charlotte was delighted that I grated an entire cup of Parmesan, and yes, she had a few bites. She loves Parmesan, but only freshly grated, preferably in front of her. Because she is a princess. I also tossed in some pea shoots, baby garlic, and thyme (using things from the CSA box). It was delicious, and fairly quick/easy to make. The kitchen smelled glorious while it cooked, too. Another good dish to go into the regular rotation!

Read a bit in the evening, played with the cats who all wanted attention all the time.

Slept through the night (I was as surprised as anyone), although I put the winter quilt back on the bed. It went down into the 30’s overnight, and on Sunday morning, the car windshields needed scraping.

I made a concoction of blueberries and plain yogurt as part of breakfast. We are not big yogurt people, although we know we should eat more of it. I copied something that was served at a writers’ residency I did in Vermont around 2015. I thought it was okay. I didn’t love it, but I could deal with it. My mom hated it. So I guess I’m not serving her yogurt, although I will try to eat it every now and again.

The main dish for breakfast was omlettes. I did a pea shoot and thyme mixture (CSA box) and a little cheese. They turned out beautifully, in both appearance and taste. I’m even getting better at the foldy bit. I might do dinner omlettes sometimes in summer.

I heard that a meteor exploded over the eastern side of the state, causing some consternation around Boston and the Cape.

I did the Community Tarot Reading for the Week, which you can read here. We’ve switched over to the Mystic Mondays Tarot, a modern deck with bright colors I just love. I also was pleased by the cards that turned up, since this is a busy week. The cards indicate a strong creative potential, and I want to turn that into reality.

Trotted down to Cumberland Farms and got us the day’s Boston Globe. It’s been ages since we had a Sunday paper. There wasn’t much heft to it. It was okay, but not something I’d get every week again. There is too much catering to rich shelter fantasies, and that’s a huge disconnect both from the way I live my life and from I what I want from my life. I don’t want the life they are pushing us to strive for. I like the one I’m building. However, it was the week of the summer reading in the book section, and I was happy to spend time with that. Some of the books mentioned were already on my list for the summer. Others I hadn’t yet heard about, and will put on my library list.

Packed for Thursday’s trip for the play reading. Because I always need to be packed well ahead of time. All I have to do is toss in my toiletries kit. Later in the day, I finished packing my script bag (script, hotel confirmation, directions, books to take with me).

There was a ton I could/should have been doing, but since I worked all day on Saturday, I wanted some quiet time on Sunday. I’m finding I need more time in between activities as I age. I can’t do as much back-to-back as I used to, and I don’t really want to. I don’t want to feel like I’m rushing all the time. I want to enjoy where I am instead of always worrying about where I need to be next.

I modified the pant pattern, and was able to cut it out the right way per the grain, and even had enough for pockets. The pattern itself doesn’t have pockets, but I have a pocket pattern, and if a pattern has side seams (which this does), I generally put pockets in it, unless it’s a style and fabric that wouldn’t work with pockets. Some knits and body-skimming styles don’t look good with side seam pockets. I mean, I’m past the point in life where I’m comfortable in body-skimming styles, but whatever. I prefer side seam pockets to patch pockets most of the time. This is a cotton blend, so it’s fine. I should be able to use the same pattern modifications for the black jacquard fabric, too.

The problem was that I didn’t feel like setting up the sewing machine, testing the bobbin, and actually doing the sewing part. I usually enjoy that bit. It’s the measuring and cutting that gives me agita. Anyway, I ran out of steam.

I got some reading done, some that is background research for the ghostwriting, and some for pleasure. It was rainy and raw out, so I cooked chicken and mashed potatoes for dinner, and used the giant parsnips from the CSA box for my carrot/parsnip dish.

I couldn’t actually see the blue moon because of the cloud cover!

Slept reasonably well, although Charlotte and Tessa started fussing around 3:30. I wound up putting Charlotte in her playpen until I got up.

Morning routine was fine. Found an email from an audio producer requesting 3 scripts this month (short ones), so I have to figure out what to send. Or if I have to come up with something new (which is separate from anything I do for End of Play). Or if I should just adapt one of my short stage plays.

I did my first 3 pages for the day on the script for End of Play before breakfast. The goal is 2-4 pages per day for these 30 days. Tessa decided she had to share my chair while I wrote them, so I was perched on the edge, which made it a little more difficult.

I had to flip my day a bit yesterday, because the 20K ghostwriting piece was due. I spent the morning with tweaks, layering, and a polish, getting it out the door right before lunchtime.

I hoped to work on BETTING MAN in the afternoon, but caught up in other things that needed attention, and did not, so I will have to make up for that today. I tried to figure out which audio plays to submit per the producer’s request. I decided on one, and have to come up with two more.

Heated up some leftovers for dinner, read in the evening, trying to deconstruct a genre book by a popular author to figure out why it’s so popular. I have thoughts on it, but I’ll share them on a shorter post!

The seedlings I ordered arrived: patchouli, tomato, fennel. They were in rough shape. I’ll go into more detail on Thursday’s garden post. Let’s just say some triage was in order.

Slept reasonably well. Charlotte and Tessa started fussing way too early and I just let them fuss. I refused to get up until 5:30. After I fed them, Tessa and Bea had a good playtime session.

On today’s agenda: I have to trot down to the post office and mail some bill payments. Then, it’s the day’s script pages on the play and work on BETTING MAN. If I get notes on the other ghostwriting assignment (that I turned in a couple of weeks ago), I will try to turn them around today and tomorrow, but if I don’t get them in time, they’ll have to wait until next week.

I hope to go to yoga tonight, and then make a quick stop at my town councilor’s launch party for his campaign as state rep.

It was in the 30’s last night again, but is supposed to be quite a bit warmer the rest of the week.

Back to the page!

Tues. June 2, 2026: Clackity-Clack Go the Keys

Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Waning Moon

Pluto Retrograde

Sunny and Pleasant

Happy June! Hope you’re having a strong start to the month.

You can read the Community Tarot Reading for the Week here. We are using the Mystic Mondays Tarot, which is a brightly colored, modern deck.

Friday was a beautiful, sunny day. After the morning chores, I sat down to go through some email, discuss some author fest info with the library, and then get to work on BETTING MAN. I did 1K, which was a good morning’s work.

I switched over to the ghostwriting in the afternoon, and had a strong session, but didn’t finish, as I hoped. It wasn’t due until yesterday, but I wanted to get it in a day early. Sadly, I ran out of steam right before the climactic sequence. Since I need that to be strong, I shut down for the day.

Cooked dinner, including a side dish of bok choy, spring onions, and baby garlic, all from the CSA box, that was absolutely wonderful. The CSA ingredients make such a huge difference.

For some reason, I was completely wiped out and went to bed far too early. That meant Charlotte fussed, and by the time I got her settled, I was wide awake again.

Managed to get back to sleep, and Charlotte was impossible on Saturday morning. The cool nights make good sleeping weather, but it was cold enough for the heat to kick on Saturday morning, and it rained overnight.

Up early, morning routine. In the free-write session, came up with the outline for a completely different play to work on during End of Play than anything I’d considered so far. But it’s a topic I want to explore, and I think it will fit the parameters of the program. It’s actually contemporary, not historical. Got to switch it up sometimes, right?

Too many hours of housework ate up most of the morning. Then, I set up the first piece of fabric (even though it was rainy and a bit dark) only to find out that it wasn’t enough to do that pattern on that fabric if I followed the grainline properly. On paper, it was enough yardage, but not when I actually set it out to cut it. And if I don’t go on the grain with this fabric, it won’t drape properly on my body and will look bad. I searched through my other patterns, and couldn’t find something I wanted to do that would fit this yardage, so I decided I need to modify the pattern.

But first, I had to eat lunch, and then work on the ghostwriting.

Before I got started on the ghostwriting, I got news that the colleague that went into hospice about two weeks ago has died. She actually died a couple of days after entering hospice, but one of the group of friends found the obituary today and sent it around. Something else to grieve. Five of Cups indeed.

I spent the afternoon on the ghostwriting, reworking the climactic sequence until I was satisfied. It took longer than I hoped, but I’m happy with the quality of the work.

Cooked a lovely pasta from my favorite book of pasta sauces. The sauce was pancetta and peas with spring onion, milk, and parmesan (basically an Alfredo-like sauce, but not as thick). Charlotte was delighted that I grated an entire cup of Parmesan, and yes, she had a few bites. She loves Parmesan, but only freshly grated, preferably in front of her. Because she is a princess. I also tossed in some pea shoots, baby garlic, and thyme (using things from the CSA box). It was delicious, and fairly quick/easy to make. The kitchen smelled glorious while it cooked, too. Another good dish to go into the regular rotation!

Read a bit in the evening, played with the cats who all wanted attention all the time.

Slept through the night (I was as surprised as anyone), although I put the winter quilt back on the bed. It went down into the 30’s overnight, and on Sunday morning, the car windshields needed scraping.

I made a concoction of blueberries and plain yogurt as part of breakfast. We are not big yogurt people, although we know we should eat more of it. I copied something that was served at a writers’ residency I did in Vermont around 2015. I thought it was okay. I didn’t love it, but I could deal with it. My mom hated it. So I guess I’m not serving her yogurt, although I will try to eat it every now and again.

The main dish for breakfast was omlettes. I did a pea shoot and thyme mixture (CSA box) and a little cheese. They turned out beautifully, in both appearance and taste. I’m even getting better at the foldy bit. I might do dinner omlettes sometimes in summer.

I heard that a meteor exploded over the eastern side of the state, causing some consternation around Boston and the Cape.

I did the Community Tarot Reading for the Week, which you can read here. We’ve switched over to the Mystic Mondays Tarot, a modern deck with bright colors I just love. I also was pleased by the cards that turned up, since this is a busy week. The cards indicate a strong creative potential, and I want to turn that into reality.

Trotted down to Cumberland Farms and got us the day’s Boston Globe. It’s been ages since we had a Sunday paper. There wasn’t much heft to it. It was okay, but not something I’d get every week again. There is too much catering to rich shelter fantasies, and that’s a huge disconnect both from the way I live my life and from I what I want from my life. I don’t want the life they are pushing us to strive for. I like the one I’m building. However, it was the week of the summer reading in the book section, and I was happy to spend time with that. Some of the books mentioned were already on my list for the summer. Others I hadn’t yet heard about, and will put on my library list.

Packed for Thursday’s trip for the play reading. Because I always need to be packed well ahead of time. All I have to do is toss in my toiletries kit. Later in the day, I finished packing my script bag (script, hotel confirmation, directions, books to take with me).

There was a ton I could/should have been doing, but since I worked all day on Saturday, I wanted some quiet time on Sunday. I’m finding I need more time in between activities as I age. I can’t do as much back-to-back as I used to, and I don’t really want to. I don’t want to feel like I’m rushing all the time. I want to enjoy where I am instead of always worrying about where I need to be next.

I modified the pant pattern, and was able to cut it out the right way per the grain, and even had enough for pockets. The pattern itself doesn’t have pockets, but I have a pocket pattern, and if a pattern has side seams (which this does), I generally put pockets in it, unless it’s a style and fabric that wouldn’t work with pockets. Some knits and body-skimming styles don’t look good with side seam pockets. I mean, I’m past the point in life where I’m comfortable in body-skimming styles, but whatever. I prefer side seam pockets to patch pockets most of the time. This is a cotton blend, so it’s fine. I should be able to use the same pattern modifications for the black jacquard fabric, too.

The problem was that I didn’t feel like setting up the sewing machine, testing the bobbin, and actually doing the sewing part. I usually enjoy that bit. It’s the measuring and cutting that gives me agita. Anyway, I ran out of steam.

I got some reading done, some that is background research for the ghostwriting, and some for pleasure. It was rainy and raw out, so I cooked chicken and mashed potatoes for dinner, and used the giant parsnips from the CSA box for my carrot/parsnip dish.

I couldn’t actually see the blue moon because of the cloud cover!

Slept reasonably well, although Charlotte and Tessa started fussing around 3:30. I wound up putting Charlotte in her playpen until I got up.

Morning routine was fine. Found an email from an audio producer requesting 3 scripts this month (short ones), so I have to figure out what to send. Or if I have to come up with something new (which is separate from anything I do for End of Play). Or if I should just adapt one of my short stage plays.

I did my first 3 pages for the day on the script for End of Play before breakfast. The goal is 2-4 pages per day for these 30 days. Tessa decided she had to share my chair while I wrote them, so I was perched on the edge, which made it a little more difficult.

I had to flip my day a bit yesterday, because the 20K ghostwriting piece was due. I spent the morning with tweaks, layering, and a polish, getting it out the door right before lunchtime.

I hoped to work on BETTING MAN in the afternoon, but caught up in other things that needed attention, and did not, so I will have to make up for that today. I tried to figure out which audio plays to submit per the producer’s request. I decided on one, and have to come up with two more.

Heated up some leftovers for dinner, read in the evening, trying to deconstruct a genre book by a popular author to figure out why it’s so popular. I have thoughts on it, but I’ll share them on a shorter post!

The seedlings I ordered arrived: patchouli, tomato, fennel. They were in rough shape. I’ll go into more detail on Thursday’s garden post. Let’s just say some triage was in order.

Slept reasonably well. Charlotte and Tessa started fussing way too early and I just let them fuss. I refused to get up until 5:30. After I fed them, Tessa and Bea had a good playtime session.

On today’s agenda: I have to trot down to the post office and mail some bill payments. Then, it’s the day’s script pages on the play and work on BETTING MAN. If I get notes on the other ghostwriting assignment (that I turned in a couple of weeks ago), I will try to turn them around today and tomorrow, but if I don’t get them in time, they’ll have to wait until next week.

I hope to go to yoga tonight, and then make a quick stop at my town councilor’s launch party for his campaign as state rep.

It was in the 30’s last night again, but is supposed to be quite a bit warmer the rest of the week.

Back to the page!

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Wed. May 13, 2026: Steady Work Rhythm

Wednesday, May 13, 2026

Waning Moon

Pluto Retrograde

Rainy and cool

Happy mid-week! I hope yours is going well.

Yesterday, I did some housework/hauled out the garbage, dealt with some admin. My mood improved, mostly because the cats were being hilarious.

I buckled down and worked on the ghostwriting, polishing the 20K assignment and getting it out just before lunch.

After lunch, I did some more admin work, and then went back to BETTING MAN. I did about 1700 words, finishing chapter fourteen and starting chapter fifteen. I then started layering in some insert scenes to an earlier chapter where I had to smooth out a logic loophole and add a red herring that would affect things moving forward.

I prefer to work in full drafts, but my outline for this book wasn’t as tight as it should be, plus I changed direction with one arc that will affect the next several books, so I need to fix things in this draft in order to build on them. There are also things from STAGE FALL, the next book, that I have to seed in here, and I need to look at what I wrote on that (years ago, a lot will be changed) that needs to be seeded.

It’s not a particularly interesting day to read about, but it was a solid workday. Steady, got good work done, not stressful.

There’s some exciting news on the local theatre front. Molly Merrihew, who was the Managing Director of WAM, is now Executive Director of Shakespeare & Co. That’s a great opportunity for her, and they are lucky to have her. I really enjoyed working with her at WAM, and I look forward to staying in touch and cheering her on at Shakespeare & Co. Erin Patrick, who was the General Manager at WAM, moves into the Managing Director position – right before she goes on maternity leave! So that will make for an interesting summer, just as WAM’s season gets under way. But we’ll all pitch in however is needed.

By then, it was time to get ready for yoga. I got changed and walked up to the studio. It was a little cool, but still a lovely walk, with clear blue skies and things in bloom.

Class was terrific. Joey the service dog joined us again, which is always a treat. Walked home, heated up some leftovers for dinner, and read in the evening.

Slept reasonably well, although at 2:30, Charlotte decided the only possible place she could perch was on my rib cage. We negotiated, and I managed to get back to sleep until Tessa got me out of bed around 5:30, the usual time.

The morning routine was fine. I figured out the next section of BETTING MAN, that I will work on today, before switching back over to the ghostwriting this afternoon. Also this afternoon, I go down to Savvy Hive to pick up the first CSA box of the season! It’s supposed to rain all day, so I will probably drive, and maybe do some of the errands I would have done tomorrow. Since I’m going to be at the Clark event (at Shakespeare & Co., no less) from mid-afternoon to early evening with a friend tomorrow, I want to take some of tomorrow’s tasks off that plate and put them on today’s plate instead.

Have a great day!

Wed. May 13, 2026: Steady Work Rhythm

Wednesday, May 13, 2026

Waning Moon

Pluto Retrograde

Rainy and cool

Happy mid-week! I hope yours is going well.

Yesterday, I did some housework/hauled out the garbage, dealt with some admin. My mood improved, mostly because the cats were being hilarious.

I buckled down and worked on the ghostwriting, polishing the 20K assignment and getting it out just before lunch.

After lunch, I did some more admin work, and then went back to BETTING MAN. I did about 1700 words, finishing chapter fourteen and starting chapter fifteen. I then started layering in some insert scenes to an earlier chapter where I had to smooth out a logic loophole and add a red herring that would affect things moving forward.

I prefer to work in full drafts, but my outline for this book wasn’t as tight as it should be, plus I changed direction with one arc that will affect the next several books, so I need to fix things in this draft in order to build on them. There are also things from STAGE FALL, the next book, that I have to seed in here, and I need to look at what I wrote on that (years ago, a lot will be changed) that needs to be seeded.

It’s not a particularly interesting day to read about, but it was a solid workday. Steady, got good work done, not stressful.

There’s some exciting news on the local theatre front. Molly Merrihew, who was the Managing Director of WAM, is now Executive Director of Shakespeare & Co. That’s a great opportunity for her, and they are lucky to have her. I really enjoyed working with her at WAM, and I look forward to staying in touch and cheering her on at Shakespeare & Co. Erin Patrick, who was the General Manager at WAM, moves into the Managing Director position – right before she goes on maternity leave! So that will make for an interesting summer, just as WAM’s season gets under way. But we’ll all pitch in however is needed.

By then, it was time to get ready for yoga. I got changed and walked up to the studio. It was a little cool, but still a lovely walk, with clear blue skies and things in bloom.

Class was terrific. Joey the service dog joined us again, which is always a treat. Walked home, heated up some leftovers for dinner, and read in the evening.

Slept reasonably well, although at 2:30, Charlotte decided the only possible place she could perch was on my rib cage. We negotiated, and I managed to get back to sleep until Tessa got me out of bed around 5:30, the usual time.

The morning routine was fine. I figured out the next section of BETTING MAN, that I will work on today, before switching back over to the ghostwriting this afternoon. Also this afternoon, I go down to Savvy Hive to pick up the first CSA box of the season! It’s supposed to rain all day, so I will probably drive, and maybe do some of the errands I would have done tomorrow. Since I’m going to be at the Clark event (at Shakespeare & Co., no less) from mid-afternoon to early evening with a friend tomorrow, I want to take some of tomorrow’s tasks off that plate and put them on today’s plate instead.

Have a great day!

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