Wed. March 4, 2026: Physical and Metaphorical Slush
image courtesy of Jan Mallander from Pixabay Wednesday, March 4, 2026
Last Day of Full Moon
Jupiter and Mercury Retrograde
Slushy and cold
And here we are, mid-week. Because Tuesday’s posts tend to be long, Wednesday always feels like it comes up very fast.
Hillary Clinton’s deposition is a master class in the smart person having to school a room full of dumb asses. We could have, by now, had two strong, intelligent, competent women running things. Instead, we get a cabinet full of drug-addled, alcoholic, syphilitic dementia crazypants.
This administration started a war without Congressional approval, and just leaves Americans stranded all over the world. Because they don’t care. People don’t matter to them. Now, I don’t have a whole lot of sympathy for people who think it’s cool to “vacation” in Dubai – I have huge issues with Dubai, which are stories for another day. That doesn’t mean I think they should be stranded in a war zone. The administration started this clusterfuck, and it is their obligation to evacuate Americans from any and all danger zones. The US embassy in Israel flat out posted on social media that they’re not going to do anything to help anyone. According to NPR, some diplomats have been evacuated and embassies shut around the world. So they’re just leaving regular people to die? So typical of this administration. “People” don’t exist, unless they’re wealthy and momentarily useful to the politicians.
I’m sure they’re lying to us about the casualties. There are many, many more casualties already than they admit. They figure they can disappear people all over this country, so when people are killed overseas, just ignore it. No one will notice!
Great that Noem is in front of Congress, but it’s obvious she’s broken the law. Arrest her. Have consequences, for crying out loud.
And why hasn’t Congress voted on the War Powers act yet?
Meanwhile, Schumer smirks all the way to the bank. The level of his betrayal is disgusting.
I need to have a little chat with D2D in a week or two. They upped the “threshold” for payouts. I’ve surpassed it the last couple of months, but haven’t been paid since October. They usually pay out around the 15th of the month, so I will wait until March 15, and if there’s nothing in the account, I will have a little chat with them, in writing. It’s not like I can retire on the money, but it’s actually enough to pay a couple of bills from each of the intervening months.
In other words, when I market steadily, I sell. Which makes me feel guilty about dropping the ball on the marketing last week and this week, so one of the things I have to do is make a new content calendar and get on with it.
And make sure I get the royalties I’m due.
Back in Twitter’s heyday, when I marketed regularly, sales of the Topic Workbooks alone paid a couple of bills a month. I’m finally getting back to regular and growing sales. I don’t want to drop the ball (which means steady marketing and also enough new releases to keep people engaged), but I also have to make sure I’m paid what I’m due. The small publishers pay twice a year (mid-February and mid-August). The stuff I do on my own, such as the Topic Workbooks and Nina Bell, are supposed to pay monthly (when they hit the threshold, and if they don’t, pay out the month they do). Artists are small businesses, and have to run that part of their worklife as such.
I am deeply grateful to the A4A workshops for giving me tools and systems that work for that.
I think I’ve mentioned this before, but once I stopped buying Facebook ads, I sold more. And less was stolen to be used for AI training (looking at you, Anthropic).
Sat down and did the content calendar for March. I have a few things to prep for it by midmonth, but hopefully, I can stay on track.
I wrote a chapter of BETTING MAN, a little over 2400 words. So that was a good session.
It started snowing a little before twelve noon, steadily, well into the evening.
I’m very happy with the day’s ghostwriting session. I’m almost where I wanted to be by today, and back on track.
Got some reading done on the May Morris project. Since those books all came in at once through Commonwealth Catalog and can’t be renewed, I need to focus on them first.
I watched primary election results in the states with primaries with one eye up until I went to bed. I think our primaries are in May or something. We finally got our yearly census from the city, which we signed and returned, along with the request for mail-in ballots for all elections this year. So we should be all set (our Town Clerk and State Secretary are good). When we get ballots, I do walk them down to the ballot box at City Hall rather than mailing them, though, because of the changes to the postal system that intentionally delay sorting, delivery, and delay stamping everything for accurate date-stamping.
Slept moderately well, although my back and hip are still giving me trouble. We got much more snow than predicted, about double. It’ warming up a bit, so everything is mushy. I’ll be shoveling snow as much as slush.
Morning routine was fine. I figured out the characters and general arc of the plot for the commission pitch. I’ll be able to hone it for the next few weeks, so it’s in good shape to send off when Mercury goes direct. It’s dark comedy, passes the Bechdel test (a requirement), and also contains the specific kind of action this company is known for. It’s worth a shot.
This morning, I need to take out the garbage, run an errand about a block away, dig out the car, write. In the afternoon, around the ghostwriting, I have a meeting with my dramaturg about THE WOMEN ON THE BRIDGE, which Athena Project features in their series on March 16. I’m happy to work with this dramaturg again.
My back is very unhappy today. Part of that is probably a reaction to knowing I have to shovel more.
Onward.
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