bookkeeping

yesterday
new short story: 465 words

other work accomplished: Read some more of The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois; started trying to integrate Victor Turner into my introduction, whereupon he proved remarkably slippery and eel-like. *snarl* Made bread. Did laundry. All v. v. exciting, of course.

Had email exchange with my dissertation director, who still doesn't believe, way deep down in her heart of hearts, that I mean it when I say I don't want to teach and I don't want to stay in academia and for the fifth fucking time, NO, I'm not going on the job market, and I'm not going to change my mind about it either.

Exchange otherwise notable for demonstrating just how much work I still have to do. *sigh*sob*snarl*

I like George Chapman, though. He comes up with fab lines like this:

Looke out for fresh life, rather than witch-like,
Learne to kisse horror, and with death engender.

Saith Montsurry, the murderer of Bussy D'Ambois, to his wife Tamyra, who was Bussy's lover and whom Montsurry tortured into betraying Bussy. And their exchange takes place at Bussy's grave, no less.

Only the Jacobeans could make this shit up.

geek calls to geek, even across 390 years

George Chapman (or whoever prepared The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois for press) footnotes his quote of Sophocles, with the original Greek!

I mean, yeah, sure, he's showing off. But it's the kind of showing-off I understand.

I like that in a guy.

bookkeeping

new short story: 1,265 words.
other work accomplished: not very damn much.
verdict: okay.
and you're stopping because ... ? sleep.

comments: Works like a charm. All day I've been jammed like Los Angeles traffic at rush hour. At 9:15, I get out of the tub, open the file, and it's all as easy as falling down a well. I'm relieved and annoyed in equal measures.

Tomorrow I go to the library and dissertate my fool head off.