Monthly Archives: June 2007

Argh

So that contract that was supposed to begin on June 22 at the latest has been bumped to the end of June. This means that I could have actually applied/bid for another contract elsewhere that began mid-June and went to mid-July or could have ended earlier, depending on if I bid for all or only part of it.

This is the part of freelancing that I detest. When someone makes sure you’re free at a specific time and then the project gets delayed thanks to the third party you’re both waiting on, it’s hard to stay Zen.

Liam and I took the bus out on a trip this morning and he is now the proud owner of a leopard molly, a silver molly, and a black molly. Let’s see if their lifespan is directly proportional to their higher price. Also, I am not allowed to look at birds in shops anymore. They keep falling in love with me, and I keep falling in love with them. I would have walked out with three sun conures and a Quaker parrot today if I’d had the money and the space in which to keep them, and the time to give them the attention they require.

Concert Announcement!

July 1 is coming up, which means that the annual Canada Day concert presented by the Lakeshore Chamber Orchestra is also nigh!

On July 1 the Lakeshore Chamber Orchestra will be giving a free (yes, free!) concert as part of the overall Canada Day celebrations in conjunction with Pointe-Claire Village. We do this every year, and it’s always terrific fun.

This year’s programme includes:

Overture to La clemenza di Tito, by Mozart
Praeludium und Allegro, by Fritz Kreisler
Theme and variations from Suite no. 4 “Mozartiana”, by Tchaikovsky
Souvenir d’un lieu chere: Meditation, by Tchaikovsky
Selections from Les Miserables, by Claude-Michel Schönberg
Symphony no. 31, by Mozart

The concert begins at 20h00. As always, this concert is being held at St Joachim Church in Pointe-Claire Village, below Lakeshore Road right on the waterfront. The 211 bus from Lionel-Groulx metro drops you right at the corner of Sainte-Anne and Lakeshore, and you just walk a block and a half down Sainte-Anne to the lake and the church. Here’s a map to give you a general idea. I usually encourage those facing public transport to get together and coax a vehicle-enabled friend along by offering to buy them an ice cream or something. It works nicely, and it’s fun to go with a group. And hey, you can’t beat the price. Be aware that if you’re driving, parking will be at a premium because of the whole Canada Day festivities thing going on. Give yourself extra time to find a parking place and walk to the church, which will be packed with people.

Free classical music! Soul-enriching culture! And as an enticing bonus, the fireworks are scheduled for ten PM, right after we finish, and the church steps are a glorious spot from which to watch them.

Write it on your calendar, tell all your friends! The more the merrier!

Weekend Roundup

I’m pretty out of it today. I’m fighting a bad sinus cold, and the medication I’m taking for it is making me feel loopy. Apart from that the weekend, though fun, pretty much wiped me out.

I’m very glad HRH and made it out to the museum to see the Once Upon a Time Disney exhibit on Friday night, even if we only got there 45 minutes before the museum closed. “You know we close at nine?” the kind attendant said as I bought our tickets. “Yes, but this is the only time we can be here before it ends,” I said. HRH and I go through exhibits at exactly the same speed, plus there really weren’t too many other people in our way, so it was the perfect time to have gone and the precise amount of time needed. I think we’d have appreciated another half-hour to go back and look at things that really interested us, but we got what we needed out of the visit. It was terrific to see the various European art influences on Disney design.

Saturday morning we went to an old friend’s wedding, and if I hadn’t had the wedding I’d had, I would have chosen to have this one. It was a perfect day with lovely weather, in a lovely location, with around fifty people in attendance, excellent food, and wonderful company. We had to leave before dessert, but such is the compromise when one has a child with his own social schedule.

We got home, changed, grabbed the boy, thanked Grandma for playing with him while we were out, and headed over for the last half of Arthur’s birthday party. It was great to unexpectedly see some people I hadn’t seen in a few months (and further proof, if it was necessary, that the world is a Very Small Place), and of course, fete the birthday boy. (Every kid needs his own pirate ship!)

Sunday I woke up with the cold worse than it had been and managed to slog through the morning while preparing for the Midsummer rit that afternoon. Said rit came off excellently, and was perfectly timed with Liam’s nap. Liam joined us afterwards for melon and Cool Whip and homemade lemonade, all of which was delicious. Then we headed over to the in-laws’, and moments after walking into the house the weekend and the cold caught up with me. I effectively passed out, unable to do more than utter monosyllabic words, watch Liam play, or eat more than three bites of dinner. Once home we put Liam to bed, I took more medication, and passed out at eight o’clock.

Theoretically I should be embarking on the first day of a four-week contract, but there’s been no communication from the company despite a prompt from me last Friday, so I suppose today is a bonus day. Good thing; I can’t really focus on much. I may try to work on my own stuff later; I may just crash and read.

Pandora Update

Total word count, The Moments of Being Pandora: 68,604
New words today: 3,144

One entire chapter done in a full day of writing. See, this is what I can do when I have consecutive days in which to work, instead of a day on and a day off, which requires me to use valuable writing time to get back into the right headspace. Four more to go, plus an in-between and a conclusion. 80K is coming up awfully fast.

I went out this morning and cut a rose off my Alba tea rose bush (which was white last year but a very pale pink this year) plus a handful of blossoming lavender, and put them in my little Caithness vase on my desk The scent is so strong I had to open my window to diffuse it. Great weather, by the way; it can stay not-humid and on the cool side for as long as it likes. It was cool enough to wear socks today.

Busy weekend ahead: HRH and I have plans to catch at least an hour of a museum exhibit tonight, then two engagements tomorrow, then a ritual and a belated father’s day family thing on Sunday.

Pandora Update

Total word count, The Moments of Being Pandora: 65,460
New words today: 1,898

Today’s research included algal blooms (AKA phytoplankton explosions), botany, plant genetics, environmental sciences, the Royal Society, Nicolas Culpeper, Robert Hooke, and Charles II. (Seriously.) Now I know a little more about this new character, and what his background is like, and ta-da, one of the HOWS I’ve been trying to nail down. Which in turn nails down the Not Deliberate Evil Just The Result Of A Chance Event/Action (which occurred three centuries ago) path for the novel’s plot to follow.

Unguided evil; evil that has evolved on its own. Societal/environmental. Lovely. No real enemy to fight. How the hell are they going to succeed?

Sigh

One of the problems with writing a character who is a tech/computer whiz is that I have no idea how she does the things she does. And inevitably someone asks her. Usually it’s my protagonist, who should know better by now because all she does is look him in the eye and say, “If I explained it you wouldn’t understand anyhow, so why don’t we just say I did and you’re awed by the magnitude of my talent, and we’ll move on?”

I love Pandora, I really do.

But it doesn’t help that since she started working with tech-focused fae, together they’ve merged computer science and magic and now what she does is even more of a mystery to me. My protagonist and I just take it in stride. We have to. If we think about it too long we grow afraid of the opportunity for world domination, which would sidetrack the story.