And Here We Go Off On Another One

The plan was to get up at 5. I fought the alarm and won. I did not get to work on the computer until around 7. I also got my laundry done and made a trip to McClure's for RC Cola.

I queried Vine Leaves Press about "Only The Dead and The Dying. " "Theresa Pressley Attends Michael Devlin’s Viewing" was submitted to Epoch and Variant Literature. "The Sloe Gin Effect" went out to Trampset

I put my Jackson, Indiana stories, "Only The Dead and The Dying", into a collection and entered the MARY MCCARTHY PRIZE IN SHORT FICTION. What good is it if I do not stick out my neck? That took several hours.

Some poetry for MIDWEST WINTER - Hoosiers reading this go down to the notes at the end.

I napped after revising "Only The Dead and The Dying" one more time - that I do not want to talk about - and feel rocky still. I downloaded some music, including:

There is not much email, but Narrative sent its weekly newsletter. I checked out its Theme-Based Reading Guide, although I am not sure what to do with it. From the same site, Elizabeth Dalloway and Miss Kilman (A  novel excerpt)  from Virginia Woolf - women and class examined in a few paragraphs and I think is still pertinent today.

Counter Craft also sent out its weekly newsletter with Why Your Narrator Should Be a Weird Little Freak. I agree because I am not so keen on the likable character movement. It seems to me the idea that it is too much like cancel culture - a remodeling of censorious Victorian morality meant more to conceal than to heal - that adheres only with what it finds safe. In real life, I would have not befriended Humbert Humbert, quite the opposite, but Nabokov's writing is brilliant in Lolita.

No, I did not go see Ferrari. Nor did I get any work done on "Love Stinks". I will now eat my pork and beans, get ready for work tomorrow, and leave you with Mother's Finest.

It is going on 6 PM, my day is done.

What a way to start a new year!

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