Monday, April 24, 2006
Waning Moon
Jupiter Retrograde
Raining and cool

Today’s Circadian Poem: “Compassion?” by Wren Fallon.

The migraine knocked me out yesterday, along with a slight fever. So, I gave myself the day off. It’s still bothering me today, but I have too much to do.

Found my article for the writing exercises. This week has been frustrating, because there are so few oddly interesting articles in the papers. I had two large Sunday papers yesterday, and it was a struggle to find anything even remotely interesting.

Watched the Red Wings-Oilers playoff game in the afternoon. It was excellent. Edmonton pulled off a surprising win. Raffi Torres, a player I’ve watched since his AHL days in Bridgeport, was, as usual, out there giving 3000%. JD called him “Tornado Torres”, which I thought was pretty funny. And accurate. Jason Stoll, another Oiler, blocked a puck with his foot. The first time, when asked how he was, he said, “It’s numb. It’s okay.” The second time he got hit, he said, “You know, I hope I don’t get hit again.” The third time a puck hit the same foot, he limped back to the bench and didn’t say anything.

If something like that happens in baseball, they have to stop the game and get the guy off on a stretcher.

The Red Wings are one of my favorite teams, so I was sorry to see them lose. However, I’m one of those people who wishes each round of the playoffs would go a full seven games, because I don’t want the hockey to stop.

I made some notes for something I’m calling “The Fun Project” which will take a few months to put together, but should be fun for lots of people, if it works.

Girl Sleuth is excellent. I always thought Mildred Wirt Benson wrote the Penny Parker series before she wrote Nancy Drew, and that she only did a few ND’s. I didn’t realize that she also wrote Kay Tracey (which I also enjoy) and the Dana Girls, not to mention some of the Ruth Fielding books and something called Doris Force.

Her productivity puts me to shame. But then, it was during the Depression, her husband was ill, she had a small child to raise, and she was out in Ohio. She was paid $85 for all rights to each manuscript. Sometimes it was as much as $125, but once the depression hit, it was $85. She was usually working on four or five books from different series at a time, turning them around in approximately three weeks or less.

I love the picture in the book of her at eighty-two, going up in a propeller plane in order to research one of her columns! Way to go, Mildred!

We had nearly four inches of rain yesterday; there’s a pause now, and then severe thunderstorms are being expected. My head’s ready to burst, so I wish they’d hit soon.

The story’s back out on its next submission, and I want to figure out what to send AHMM in response to their request. Time to go through everything, see if I’ve got anything appropriate, and, if I don’t . . .write something.

And there are certainly plenty of writing projects waiting not-so-patiently for attention.

I also have to redo a couple of resumes and send out some pitches today.

If the power goes out, I’ll work by candlelight.

Devon