I had to take a few days off from blogging to finish the manuscript review I was doing for McGraw-Hill. If you're a nine-month employee like me, it's nice to have these reviewing jobs to generate a little extra cash. I like doing them too because it's one of the few times my expertise in writing and writing instruction is noted.
But I'm not going to whine about that. Why waste the energy when I can blog, right?
Earlier today I spent time working on my play "A Carolina Story"--it's a musical set in Western North Carolina during the depression--basically the story of Job, but my Job is a woman. I know there have been many play versions of Job--There's Robert Frost's version, "A Masque of Reason," Neil Simon's "God's Favorite," and Archibald Macleish's "J.B.", just to name a few.
But what the hey. I wrote another one.
It is quickly becoming my style. I wrote a book called "Mordecai Tales" based on the Canterbury Tales, but mine takes place in modern-day Alabama, (Sharyn McCrumb wrote a book not long ago called St. Dale, that's the Canterbury Tales set in North Carolina about fans of Dale Earnhardt), and I have plans to write a play based on Robert Browning's book-length dramatic poem "The Ring and the Book." Now that one I thought no one would have tried to dramatize, but, go figure, there was a radio play written based on "The Ring and the Book" that came out a few years ago on BBC radio.
I can't win.
There's nothing new under the sun.
Oh well, I wrote it and will write it anyway.
Mine will be mine alone, marked like a cat marks the furniture!
Well, maybe not.
Marked like Neil Armstrong marked the moon!
Yeah!
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