Saturday Into Sunday

I like think I was a productive person yesterday. Maybe I just proved I am person without taste or sense.

I worked through the email yesterday morning before going to work on "One Dead Blonde"

Some tiems that came to me through the email.

‘It is the scariest of times’: Margaret Atwood on defying Trump, banned books – and her score-settling memoir (The Guardian) - Atwood is always worth my time.

I read Rebecca Bernard's In Plato’s Cave No. 1 from The Adroit Journal. After reading, I decided I am not good enough to submit there. Damned good story.

Submissions:

Epiphany Magazine, Gulf Coast, and The Georgia Review - “Coming Home”

“Agnes” went to The Sun.

Videos played:

Please Don't Get a Goat is a hoot and the woman presenting is a joy, watch even if you have never thought of getting goats.

Talking Julius Caesar, a long, deep dive into the guy done very well:

I had hoped for something else when I saw the label David Frum on ‘Settlers & Colonialists'. That it was from the Canadian Institute for Historical Education should have been a warning, but I went on to watch it.

I think, in the end, I got a bit I can use in "Chasing Ashes".

A Scottish weird tale, with a great bit of comedy in the middle:

The Irish Constitution, my curiosity exposed:

CC called, finally. I decided she could fit into my plans for the rest of the day. What I did not expect when i picked her up was she was moving stuff out of her boyrfirend's. I joked that my role with her was to help her run away from home. 

We went to eat at The Downtown Farm Stand. She got the smash burger and I got their new chicken sandwich. I think mine was very good - tasty, not dry. CC liked the burger, but really loved the fries.

From there we went to Minnetrista's Orchard Shop. I was running out of apples at home. She amused me to no end - poking and prodding among the things for sale like a kid in a candy store. I bought her strawberry rhubard perserves and a piece of butter pecan fudge and a candle. Before going in, she was cautious and I said I know, I take you to all the best places.

Then we went and dropped off her stuff at her storage bin before dropping in on Aldi's for a roasting pan. 

After that I dropped her off at a friend's. She is looking for a place to stay - the boyfriend is fighting with her. 

I have to admit here that I was having some issues with my attention. So, I decided to come home and finish some work on the computer. That took me about 8 hours to finish. There was an interruption from MW in the form of a telephone call. Then I fixed dinner, did some of the dishes and dirtying more.

CC called that she did not have a place to stay, so she took up my offer to camp out on my living room's floor. I was about done revising "Theresa Pressley" when she got here.

Saturday PM submisisons:

“Going For the Kid” went to Haven Spec Magazine.

Black Lawrence Press got "Theresa Pressley Attends Mike Devlin's Viewing".

I also got a rejection:

Thank you for your submission! We are grateful for the opportunity to read your work. Although we have chosen not to move forward with "Learning The Passion and Control Twist," we sincerely hope that this piece finds a worthy home and we wish you the best of luck in the future.  

Kind regards,

The Editors 

The Southampton Review

Sunday: I woke around 6:30, came out to a woman snoring on floor. I started to poke around the email and news.

The DOJ lied its way to victory in a key Trump case. It just got caught in court. (Slate). The one thing I never did as a lawyer was lie to a court; it seems the times have changed. I noticed some of this in a case in Howard County. The Indiana Disciplinary Commission decided it did not violate the rules. It must be something in the air that it is also spreading through the federal system. It may surprise you that lawyers take their ethical responsibilities serious. The clients are the ones without ethics.

Talk about deceptive headlines: Researching can be a dead end – and that’s a good thing (cleveland.com). My first reaction was WTF; my second was to click on the link (via Google News).

Research doesn’t have to be relegated solely to libraries, the internet or a few books. Sometimes it can be a dead end.

And in the case of cemetery research, that’s not a bad thing.

As a writer, I sometimes have to go to cemeteries to photograph photos of gravestones for stories or to verify something for a book project. Often when you are visiting a loved one’s grave, it’s easy: You know where the tombstone is, you pay respects and you leave.

But when you are looking for a gravesite a few tips come in handy. This weekend is an appropriate time (Saturday, Nov. 1 is All Saints Day while Sunday, Nov. 2, is All Souls Day) to offer tips on how to approach cemetery research.

This almost as deceptive: Robot's Antarctic Dive for Endurance Wreck Unveils a Mysterious Undersea Grid of Structures 

Found in an area exposed only after the calving of the A68 iceberg in 2017, the site contains more than a thousand active fish nests arranged in geometric formations across the seafloor. The findings, detailed in the journal Frontiers in Marine Science, suggest the region may support one of the largest known aggregations of nesting fish—raising new questions about reproduction, adaptation, and conservation in the Southern Ocean.

Glad to see Sean Bean working - Robin Hood review – Sean Bean gifts us the most gloriously bad TV offering of the year (The Guardian) - but there is only one Robin Hood really worth watching - Erroll Flynn. (The closest has Patrick Bergin and Uma Thurman).

I fed CC scrambled eggs, some of last night's roasted pork, and her perserves. Listenign to her eat suited my vanity. Anyone walking by might have thought she was having sex. She is back snoring. I will let her sleep another hour.

I am sorry the Blue Jays lost last night. However, I must admit that I had forgotten Game 7 was last night. I had a spiritual crisis while revising "Theresa Pressley" and had texted KH and he reminded me that the game was on. He now lives in the Toronto area.

What was this crisis? I had places to submit novellas calendared and when I went back to look at their submission page, Black Lawrence wanted a table of contents. Oh, shit. Well, I put in title headings and I made a table of contents. While doing that, I decided the story was trite and poorly told. I did what I could to fix it. I submitted it. It left me wondering if I know how to write well and if I know what is good writing.

I am taking Cheryl to church today. It is an experiment. If you don't hear from me again, you know it failed.

I pretty much agree with The 10 Greatest Film Noir Performances of All Time, Ranked (Collider), except for adding DeNiro and Taxi Driver. I have never gottent o se ethe whole movie, but I never thought of it as a noir. I would add Linda Fiorentino's performance in The Last Seduction. The number one pick is a shocker.

You don't Fiorentino? How Linda Fiorentino seduced Hollywood – then disappeared (Yahoo Nes)

Sheila Kennedy's This Is How You Keep ‘Em Down On The Farm…  gives a whole post to a Miachel Hick's article that I touched on in Indiana - Legislating Us Into Ignorance; Prosecutors Against Presumption of Innocence. Are Hoosiers really so beaten down as to take this treatment from the Republicans lying down?

I have about another hour before I need leave for church. Not sure what else to do with my time, except to run through the email and take a shower. It is a gray day here and getting cold, Winter is coming.

So, good morning and good bye for now.

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