Gemini 8° (May 27)
The world remains quiet. I have so much on my plate, now, over the course of the next several days. Of this stage of the book preparation, this is the crunchiest bit, but that’s fine. Once I get over the hump of this week I will be close to putting together the packets that I need in such a way that will make sense as I begin the writing process week after next. That’s how close this process is to beginning. It’s rather scary and I need to make sure that the team (of the two of us) knows what’s entailed. I feel like there are voices surrounding the house and I’m not really sure where they are coming from. I’ve watched the Waco series on Netflix and the only thing good about it is Taylor Kitsch who, let’s face it, is one of the hottest people on the planet. I have decided as an experiment not to watch the clock today, but for alerting myself to meal times. I have been racing against it and it makes no sense and it is counter product actually, not to mention making me not only stressed, but also I think cut off to would might be. So I’m eradicating time and staying way open. I am looking up some info on this and that and starting my how-to list. It would be great to get through the chapters I need to synopsize and also get the agenda started for Monday’s meeting, giving myself a clear shot. I will also need to go over my notes on the contract around noon today, so we can get that book-deal money. Show it to me. Right now though it is just eight thirty in the morning (I have been up three hours and have had a lovely breakfast and chats and already done some work and cleaning and got my brain around the day, pretty much anyway). So that’s the starting point here today. And, again, keeping my eye off the time machines, just want to go moment to moment here.
The day went by and now I’m back. I did manage to care less about time, but I also had meals to cook and we had impromptu meeting with agents, which hopefully moved it all along. I sense an error on the publisher’s part and I think they will surely push back—we shall see what we shall see. So here I am at the end of the day. Larry Kramer died; he was so nice and so friendly, beside all he did for the arts and for AIDS activism. I want a Franco Manca pizza right now, to change the subject wildly. Feeling suddenly very alone and cut off, it a very strange sensation, indeed. I don’t have to do anything really, rather let is all unfold. I managed to take the edge off a very tiny bit which really helped in those late afternoon slash early evening blue hours. A little something to work against. I am all set up. We had our American meal of franks and beans, well organic turkey franks and organic beans with no bun and a homemeade cherry tomato ketchup I whipped up. I’m going to try an experiment tomorrow and see if I can’t work in three-hour intervals and just put my metaphoric pencil down. Our across the street neighbors, tenants of the owner who also owns a local restaurant—the same house where they had a wild party last October where one of the residents on a drug freakout tried to break into your house, naked—has the habit of leaving their car headlights on (habitually) facing the car toward our house. I reached out to the owner and let him know and he has put me in touch with the main guy living there who works for him, this Jamaican cat who is meant to be very nice. Can’t hurt to have direct contact in any case.
Larry Kramer died and all I’m hearing are stories about how people didn’t like him and about how difficult he was. I never experienced him as such. Probably because I didn’t know him that well, I guess. Only had pleasure of meeting him on several occasions and he was always really kind of funny, caustic yes, but I didn’t find him mean or anything. I thought he was really rather laser focused on people when he interacted with them. It could just be the fact he was being polite, but he seemed genuinely interested in other people. In other news, another black man has been killed while pleading that he can’t breathe. Honestly I hope Minneapolis goes apeshit over this, because how many more times are we going to process this sort of thing without consequence. Those fucking police need to be strung up by their balls, metaphorically speaking (if not literally) and once and for all an example must be made. This douche who kneeled on George and murdered him is seen brandishing a “Law and Order” sign at a Trump rally. Need we say more. And the monster d’orange is deafeningly silent as 100,000 Americans succumb to corona virus covid-19. If we don’t manage to rid ourself of this scourge then we as a country are over. It is as simple as that. A “friend” beamed in on one of our social media feeds to take issue with, well, frankly, something S. posted and it pissed me off to no end. We are not available as repositories for people’s bile. It was on the theme of feminism and this character feels they have the last word on everything do do with this subject, which is truly galling. I pointed to the fact that this character has a certain jealous issue, especially when it comes to women, and will lash out at the most meager opportunity. Funny how people you once revealed fall so mightily in ones estimation. These are tough times and, more than ever, I’m so glad we are we: kind, self-contained and yet helpful toward others. The highlight of my week is still always working with clients, for instance. I don’t know what I would do without the consultancy. It helps me just as much as it does our clients and the work is so spiritually fueling. That’s all folks.
The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 331-335 I am reading through all my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, but the time I get to my seventh, I will have through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize:
And still: There was nothing worth posting from the five older Blagues I read today. It has been really helpful to get an idea of what the content has been over the last five years. The first year was very much about the Sabian Symbols (see below), the bulk of that material I don’t want to post in this slot. And I’m nearly through that year so, once I get into the Blagues from 2016, there will be a lot more to post here (which is a good thing because I won’t have time to write a lot à la minute as we just got a new book deal and that is where my effort and attention is going!
To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°, for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360 degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.
Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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