Today is the end of Clarion West 2018, Week #3.
I am still spending almost every spare second working on cleaning up the manuscript. Every time I go out in my yard I want to cry. There is a big jumble of stuff growing–dahlias, pumpkins, peas, sunflowers, weeds, weeds, weeds. The roses desperately need deadheading. Everything neglected. That’s just how it’s going to be right now.
Sorry, I have not done one marketing thing except think about much I dread marketing. I have three weeks to do better.
Here is the current progress meter:
72168 / 75000 words. 96% done!
Working on these big projects reminds me of this teacher I had in high school, Mr. Lasnik. He taught science classes, and he was a true college prep instructor. His classes were tough, but I loved him as a teacher and learned so much from him — not just biology and physiology but also about how to approach research and studying. He assigned these monster research papers. Back in those days we had to get our parents to drive us to the university library to find articles and make copies. We had to bring bags full of nickels. I remember when the report was almost due I used to think: I will be so mad if I die before I get to turn this in.
That’s what I think when I get to the end of a book.
Fireworks snakes of disappointment. Or Burning Turds, as I called them.
In other news — it was weird having a day off in the middle of the week. I kept thinking it was the weekend. I thought about taking Thursday off but I figured it would be dead at work and I could have an easy day. HA HA! I was busy all day. Now it’s the weekend, and I am still confused about where we are in time.
Bob talked Denise and me into going to the fireworks tent with him. I’m glad we did. It was complete insanity but in a fun way. There was a line to get inside and then the line to check out wrapped around the entire store. There were people with shopping carts piled with fireworks.
I think this was the last year. This year we couldn’t have fireworks in the city limits (our house), and I think next year not in the county (bro/sis-in-law’s house). I understand all the reasons for outlawing them, and I’m happy about it, but it is fun to have a day where all the neighbors are outside and blowing stuff up.
What is the latest with the neighbor situation? Thank you for asking.
A couple of weeks ago they woke me up at 2:30 am on a Tuesday night. It was some obviously drunk people screaming out front. I phoned the renter to complain. We’re trying to be reasonable about this but 2:30 on a school night is not cool. She was very friendly and apologetic and said she would deal with it.
And then Sunday night 2:00 am the same thing. This time I called the leasing agent. When I got home from work, their lawn was mowed, the driveway swept, and a single car parked out front.
The following weekend I heard someone drive up in the middle of the night. The car doors went: SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Then a person: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Even though I was awake, I wasn’t mad, because some tried to be quiet. Peaceful since then. Well, there was some sort of drumming and singing one night but it didn’t go on for long. (whew!)
Trees caught fire in the neighborhood. Terrifying to watch. Fire department got it under control quick. We walked up there the next day and no buildings were damaged which was a miracle.
There is still plenty of time to donate to Clarion West. They are grateful for all donations large and small. Links to me and my classmates and workshop leaders below.
Or pick other writers that interest you: The Group.
If you prefer to send a check here’s an address:
P.O. Box 31264
Seattle, WA 98103-1264
According to my latest progress report, there are 200 participating writers and they’ve raised over $9000. Thanks everyone for your support.
I am glad you are getting some control of your neighbors. People are so rude… I am have been out at a Red Roof Inn for 9 nights, some nights are quiet and some is as loud as Van Halen at the MTV Awards in 1993 (VH was outside with their biggest setup ever, Edward has 130,000 Watts to play with! Let me impress that upon you guitar people Eddie had 130,000 watts of guitar amp to himself… Anyways your BS with the neighbors has gone on long enough. Time to take back the night !!!
Now as for fireworks, I do recall those damn snakes that grown and my grandfather got so mad they burnt his patio. I am now older and fireworks, sparklers and smoke cabin do not thrill me… I get my kicks above the neckline sunshine…