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And Now, We Wibble

I just sent off my test evaluation for the freelance job. I’ve been going over the review for the past hour, tweaking and wibbling and tweaking some more, and wibbling some more…

I want them to like me, to like my work, and how I handled the review. My review isn’t quite like the sample they sent me, but then, the manuscript I reviewed didn’t have the same kind of problems the sample review seemed to indicate its subject did. Maybe they’ll think I was too technical, although those were the problems the MS had. Maybe I was too nitpicky. I did ask for feedback; I hope they give it to me in lieu of just putting a big red X next to my name. Handing the evaluation in three days ahead of deadline may be a mark in my favour, though. (I didn’t want to have it lurking in my peripheral vision all weekend and then taking up another day of work on Monday, that’s all. Focus, get it done, get it out.) I’d like this job; it would fill in the cracks nicely, and I could take on work as I needed it.

I am achy and very sick, and my head feels like its stuffed with cotton soaked in rubber cement, and I officially feel wonky thanks to my sinus medication. This test has taken a lot longer than I’d scheduled for it, simply because I can’t think straight. (That and it’s the first time I’ve done one, and I’ve had to keep referring to manuals and guidelines and such, and it’s a 325 page novel. It will be much quicker next time.) As a result I haven’t done any hearthcraft writing in the past two days, so I feel panicky and behind, despite the fact that the test evaluation qualifies as paying work, and despite only needing to write 1,333 words per working day to be finished by my deadline. I am okay. Things are fine. It is the truly horrible cold talking to my inner critic and messing me up.

And on that note, I’m going to lie down on the floor to try to stop the dizziness that’s currently menacing me and my self-confidence. I feel like a wet noodle.

ETA at 4:55: Invoicing is a good thing. Except I’m so out of it that I wibbled about the format and phrasing of my regular, used-it-for-years invoice form. Someone knock me out, please.

Oh: I will hear about the job in about a month. Coincidentally, that’s when my payment for doing the test eval will arrive.

Orchestra Musings

Wednesday was the first rehearsal of the year, and we got our new music, hurrah!

I am a complete sucker for ancient airs and dances, and lo and behold, we are playing Delibes’ dances ‘in the ancient style’ from the play Le roi s’amuse. I’d never heard of it, but really, when you’ve heard one suite of ancient airs and dances, you’ve pretty much got a good idea of what the rest of the genre’s like. It was very enjoyable to play until we hit the Lesquercarde, which is insanely fast pizzicato with stretches and reaches all over. I got lost in the third bar and spent most of the piece staring at the little black squiggles on the page wondering where the hell we were. Well, maybe it just seemed insanely fast because I couldn’t keep up. And when I did figure out where we were, I promptly lost it again because there was a stretch across three strings and I couldn’t figure out the fingering in time, and… oh, look, here I am lost again while the rest of the orchestra carries on. The rest of it was lovely. There’s a bonus piece after the Finale for mandolin and accompaniment, and our conductor asked somewhat jokingly if anyone knew a mandolin player. Somewhat to his astonishment there were two people in the orchestra who each knew someone different. This piece calls for the first two cellists to pluck a very soft accompaniment to the as-yet-unheard mandolin solo, with the section coming in tutti now and again. The accompaniment alone was beautiful and meditative. There are good things about sitting second chair, and this is one of them… assuming we do the mandolin piece at all. I’m just thankful it’s an easy piece to play, otherwise I’d have been sinking into my chair with embarrassment after mangling it.

We also played through Ravel’s Pavane, which is typical of the French school of the time. It’s very impressionistic, using bits of musical phrases to make a larger, well, impression of something else. It reminds me of playing Delius’ On Hearing The First Cuckoo In Spring. And like that piece, it will take attention from everyone in order to fit the little sighs and quotes from all over the different sections into the right place to make up the greater sense of music. But it’s lovely to play. (And I giggle every time I read the full title: Pavane pour une infante defunct. A defunct infanta. It amuses me, just as the term ‘neiges usagées’ does. It means ‘removed snow’ but the literal translation is ‘used snow’. It’s no wonder the Ravel is usually translated to be ‘Pavane for a Dead Princess‘.)

What else? Oh, our overture is the Caliph of Baghdad comic opera overture by Francois Adrien Boieldieu. (No, I hadn’t heard of the opera or the composer before last night either.) Very snappy, fun to play. And we didn’t get to the Fauré Pavane .

In case you hadn’t figured it out yet, the concert has a French theme. The secondary theme is dance, as all these pieces were either written for ballet (the Delius), have a dance somewhere in the work (the Boieldieu), are written on dance forms (the Ravel, Fauré, and Delius), or have been choreographed for dance (I hadn’t known that Balanchine had choreographed Gounod’s first symphony for New York City Ballet).

And let it be said here and now that while I appreciate the time and effort that goes into professionally hand-written scores, they reproduce terribly and are hard for me to read. Things just aren’t as clear and well-defined as a printed score.

It feels good to be back. I was leaden by the end of the night, though. If orchestra is going to be my Thing this year, it may have to be the only Thing until I get the fatigue and pain under control.

I found a second-hand cello listed for sale within my price range, and I’m trying to figure out if it’s worth setting up a date to try it. The seller is in Sherbrooke, and so either she’d have to come to Montreal or I’d have to go out there. The cello was purchased new in ’99, has an intermediate bow, and is a Karl Weber model 27. I know nothing about Karl Weber cellos other than they’re done in a workshop in China, so I’ve been trying to find out more, but there’s no info available on-line. I suspect it’s equivalent to my current cello, which is an anonymous make of Hungarian origin. Thirty-five to forty years of playing has developed its tone, though, whereas this other cello is new and won’t have that played-in bonus. What’s catching me is the fact that it’s a solid top, whereas mine is a laminate. It all comes down to what it sounds like and feels like, though, and if it were local I’d set up an appointment to try it and decide that way. Right now I’m trying to figure out if it’s worth the time and effort of someone commuting. If it’s another entry-level instrument, even a high-end entry-level, then chances are very good it will sound only as good as/worse than my current instrument. At the moment I’m leaning towards not bothering, and waiting. I’m not ready to start my search yet: I don’t have the energy or the right mindset. This cello would cost half of what I’m projecting as my max budget, which again, while thrifty, I suspect means not buying as high quality as I could. When in doubt, pass.

For Kino Kid

Caution: cuteness ahead.

When Liam watches the opening of My Neighbour Totoro, he stands up and does a measured bounce from side to side, bending his knees in time to the music. Then he opens his mouth while doing it…. all mirroring the actions of the little white Chibi-Totoros that form the word ‘Totoro’ on screen.

Hearthcraft Book Update

Total word count, hearthcraft book: 18,031
New words today: 1,164

Cauldron stuff today.

I was determined, determined to hit 18K. So much so that I let HRH go fetch the boy, and worked past when we were supposed to eat dinner.

Orchestra tonight! First rehearsal since early December.

Feels Like A Monday

First day of official at-my-desk work this week. It really feels like a Monday around here.

I just got the copyedited manuscript for the pagan pregnancy book. They asked me to look the edits and comments over and tell them if January 30 was an acceptable deadline for sending back the rewrites.

Pretty much every author I know hates doing rewrites and copyedits. They drag up all sorts of self-confidence and self-esteem issues, making us bang our heads on our desks a lot, declare the work to be broken and unsalvageable, and ask ourselves why we have deluded ourselves into thinking that we can write. I am no different.

I’ve been dreading this moment. I’m in the middle (okay, first third) of another completely different book that requires a very different headspace. I haven’t looked at this manuscript for fourteen months. So I steeled myself, heroically opened up the file, and started scanning through it.

That sound you hear (or don’t, in this case) is me being speechless.

There are two — yes, TWO — major things to look at. And they are minor major things, if you know what I mean, As in, maybe we should cut these paragraph. (Answer: Yes, now that I see it again after fourteen months; they don’t fit very well.) Or, I think this chapter should be moved earlier; what do you think? (Answer: Probably… but everything before it is kind of theoretical and backgroundy, and as this chapter address practical and active stuff I couldn’t think of anywhere earlier to put it at the time.) And, Don’t you think it’s kind of asking the reader to do a major gear-shift, going from a chapter about loss and miscarriage to a chapter on birth? (Maybe… but that’s the order a reader would encounter the issues, and I can’t think of where else to put that chapter… certainly not at the end of the book!) Okay, that’s three examples, but you get the idea.

There are some minor things, like figuring out what to do about the quotations (things I get mad at not seeing in other books, but here they’re asking me to take them out and use my own words, and asking why I need quotes to support things that stand on their own… blame my academic background), asking for an identification/clarification (Q: Are readers going to know who Starhawk is? A: Bwah-hah-hah-hah) and italicizing the titles in my bibliography (which I usually do and can’t figure out why I didn’t this time… or maybe I did and the formatting was stripped at some stage).

In two weeks’ time? Heck, you can have it back next week. This will take me a day to do. It’s just a question of scheduling that day into everything else I’m working on.

I should have known something terrific was going to happen when I woke up to Nixie nibbling my fingers lovingly. Woke up the second time, that is; I first woke up at quarter to five (not as cheerfully), got up and wrote a couple of pages in the hearthcraft book as well as handling some e-mail, then curled up in bed again with HRH and the boy after the boy got up at six-something. Then they left to get dressed and have breakfast, and I pulled the quilt over my head… and woke up an hour later with Nixie purring at me and giving my fingers sweet little love nibbles. Hey, I’ll take any extra sleep I can get. Especially when I don’t fall asleep till midnight, no matter what I do.

I’m glad this happened. The only other post I could think of doing was one that talked about how hard this damn fatigue/pain thing has been on my mental and emotional state lately, and frankly, I didn’t want to write it or post it. I didn’t want to do something negative like that today, even though I can sense that soon I’ll need to vent about the frustration and the fear. The other awesome thing that can happen any time now is the hearthcraft advance cheque landing in my mailbox, okay, universe? That would make me very cheery indeed.

Weekend Roundup

Snow! It’s a psychological relief to no longer see grass in the backyard. It was bothering me more than I realized. I’ve never seen that much snow melt that fast — twice within a couple of weeks, too.

The boy is home with us today, as he’s in full-blown cold mode. Actually, he’s better today than he was yesterday. We had a pretty miserable weekend that included a fall out of his bed on Saturday because he was coughing so hard and a visit to the local grandparents on Sunday that wasn’t as smooth as usual. He’s finally napping.

Today’s mail brought my new-to-me refurbished Creative Labs MuVo 2 GB MP3 player, which is also a USB flash drive for storing various files. I’m currently uploading music to it, so I can listen to it in bed or wherever I want. Seeing as how the last portable music device I bought was a CD player about seven years ago, and that player is now hooked up to speakers in Liam’s room for his bedtime music, I think I’m doing pretty well with musical devices. (Since I was twelve I’ve owned two Walkmans, and two Discmans. A very good record indeed, as each of them has lasted a very long time.)

People have been asking when I’ll get the results of the medical tests I did last week, and I’m afraid I don’t know. The doctor’s office will call to schedule an appointment when all the results are in with them. In the meantime, extra sleep when I can and alternating between ibuprofen and Excedrin Extra Strength are how I’m getting through the days.

I got a slew of test material for an ongoing freelance editing position today, including a three-hundred-page manuscript on which to do the detailed test review. It’s all due back next Monday at the latest, so I’ll be slotting that in where I can as well as working on the hearthcraft book this week. Liam is home with me again tomorrow, as is usual on Tuesdays, so I’ll have to work on the laptop at night in bed to get it all done.

The boy is awake again.

Hearthcraft Book Update

Total word count, hearthcraft book: 16,867
New words today: 1,267

Ancestor honouring, threefold elemental systems, food and family being intertwined: just scraps of things with notes to expand in the future. Jan came over for a writing jam today, and it’s a good thing she did otherwise I would have crawled to bed instead.