Tuesday, December 7, 1999
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Twosday -- I'm late!
SORRY, SORRY, SORRY... Mondays are evil and that's my only excuse.
At least, my Monday was definitely evil, but it brought me to some conclusions. First: That slow days at work are best spent writing, not playing Tetris. Second: That it really is time I put my chorus life on hold. Third: That 6:00 on Tuesday morning comes way too soon.
Singing is my life, and I really enjoy Sweet Adelines, but I need a bit of break to make my life my own again. And the Christmas season brings out the usual irritation in a Born Again Pagan. For an organization that's supposed to not have any religious affiliations, S.A. sure celebrates no other winter holidays but Christmas, and the winter concerts can turn into High Holy Masses sometimes, depending on how much narration the director feels is necessary. (I'm not talking about my chorus, here, though. Different one this time. The director went through the whole nativity story while most of the audience murmured Amen.)
So I'm getting together with some fellow Pagans and other malcontents to see what other faiths' hymns can be arranged barbershopidly. At the very least, we know some more historically accurate words to "Gimme That Old Time Religion".... And then there's a preexisting Colorado chorus which sings folk songs and Pagan songs and others in four-part harmony, and I've promised to come visit and audition some time.
But as for Sweet Adelines, I think I need out for a while, and to not join another chorus (or rejoin my current one) until after competition in March. We'll see.
WRITING: Looks like Mercurial Magazine pays a little better than I had at first assumed. Met the Dec 3 deadline with that article about internet spirituality I'd been threatening to write. It turned into a first-person p.o.v. rant, sounded like a market hawker. Oh well. Sometimes characters take over. The other magazine, a little thing called "WTF?", is okay with reprints and pays $5 for all fiction they publish, so "Passengers" it will be.
I've been slacking a little on my writing exercises; I'm only up to card Eight: STRENGTH. (The Vertigo Tarot Deck shows the comic book character, Black Orchid, holding apart the jaws of the lion-thing.) After uploading this page, I intent to correct this deficiency and babble like mad into my laptop.
NEW ADDITIONS TO THE LIBRARY: Got a couple of authors up in the Card Catologue now. I'll probably jump over to Alpha by Subject pretty soon. Other than that, the ms. has been a bit slow to move this week past due to the above-mentioned writing deadline. Thanks for your interest!
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IN WHICH the Author speaks at tedious Length about the Writing of this Manuscript and sundry recent Events. (Last updated 12/07/99)
In which she reminisces to the Brink of Obsession on her beloved but three-thousand-mile distant Homeland.
In which the World, itself a dream, dreams the Author and her Readers in turn.
In which, as in the Hoard of a Dismal Dragon, reside the many Writings, Books, and Scrapbooks of the Author's Collection. The Reader is encouraged to contribute.
In which we learn something of virtual Bookbinding.
In which the Author finally goes mad.
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