Submission Saturday; Church Sunday

I decided to sleep in on Saturday morning. It was 6:30 when I started my day. When I quit it was a little after midnight this morning.

I did some research for my proposed law review article. I did not find what I expected to find, but I may still have found enough to make my point.

The email was attended to, but I did not come close to cleaning out the inbox until this morning.

 I submitted "Problem Solving" to The Dawn Review and Halifax Ranch Fiction Prize. This is the version with a revised ending. Right now, I have lost hope for this one; I am pretty much just tossing it out to see what happens (other than a rejection!).

Lost Lake Folk Opera magazine got my short play "Getting What You Asked For"after I did a few edits.

One magazine is not open for submissions until later in the month.

While checking out Fahmidan, I read The Flower Eater by Hien Nguyen. A beautiful, inspirational story, that may have me intimidated. I try but am neither beautiful nor always all that optimistic. I think I have 

I spent a while looking at The Unleash WIP Award. Why not put "Love Stinks" in it? That means putting together answers to two questions. I am still working on it this morning. I finished answering those questions after church today.

For dinner, I walked to The Downtown Food Stand's Second Story. I got the ham platter. This included a smoked potato salad, green beans and bacon, and a pickle. The ham was as tasty and delicate a ham as I ever have had. $22. I cannot recall the last time I have had such a good meal.

"Road Tripping" took up almost as much time as all the others. I even called KH for advice. I need to cut 16 pages to meet the top limit for Black Lawrence Press. I do not know if I can cut more without undercutting the story far too much. I have been cutting steadily. There is also a deadline of June 30. I am not sure if I have time for this.

In between all this, I downloaded music. I got on a David Edmunds kick.

KH called me and we talked and talked, 

I had fun this morning reading ‘Bond’s gone woke!’ Charlie Higson on the row around his ‘metrosexual’ 007 from The Guardian. Much of it to like, if you are a Bond fan (I am), but this is caught my attention like stepping on a rake:

...And, as with fans of any cultural artefact – be it Star Wars, a football team, a music act – their biggest fans are their biggest critics. Everyone thinks they own Bond. They know what he is, who should play him in his next incarnation, how the films should be, how Bond should be. And they reserve their highest criticism for the two family firms that do actually own him – EON, which makes the films, and Ian Fleming Publications (IFP), which publishes the books. This sense of affronted ownership can perhaps best be summed up by Alan Partridge frustratedly snapping “Stop getting Bond wrong” in an oft-posted clip.

Cultural artifacts are some of the things I want to get at with my writing, they make up what they are.

I had an hour or so before my ride came to pick me up for church, so I worked on my answers to the questions for Unleash Lit's WIP Award. Those questions are:

1. Who are you as a creative person, and what is your creative vision?
2. Who is your intended audience for this project, and why?

I did a little reading too on The Guardian's website: Godwin by Joseph O’Neill review – unmissable edge-of-your-seat drama, ‘Behind everything was this lingering drug situation’: Chris Stein on Blondie’s heyday (more chitchat than history), and Indiana coach livid over ‘unacceptable’ cheap shot on Caitlin Clark despite win (Indiana basketball getting attention, again!).

After church, I spent about two hours listening to Buddy Guy, and working on the Unleash Lit's application before taking a nap. 

That was 2 hours ago. I need to get over to the laundromat. 

What I wrote for Unleash Lit is either me imitating the Light Brigade or a punk rock manifesto. I think I will post it.

Later,

sch