I'm actually not sure what today is. I'll get to it soon. I haven't acknowledged yesterday yet.
I'll be here soon....
Okay, I'm here now, end of day. I "finished" my new screenplay yesterday and I am on the brink of oost-partum depression. I am also tired. But it was nice to get out and to walk outside and to pedal inside. I finished the Lehane book I was reading. I didn't like the violence buts I like the central character and Lehane's style, fresh and quirky.
I've started reading Sapiens, by Yuval Harari - breakfast reading as it's quite a thick (paperback) book. Just beginning but I've already learned of our mass extermination of entire species on the planet. We're still doing it, only we might be the ones to go. I wonder how long we've got.
Two new diaries have come in: An English Governess in the Great War: The Secret Brussels Diary of Mary Thorp by Sophie De Schaepriijver and Tommy M. Proctor; and Miss Confederation: The Diary of Mercy Anne Coles by Anne McDonald. I love diaries, as many of you (all two) already know, and I am more and more discriminating in my assessment of them.
I had planned to give my rather large collection of women's diaries to the University of Manitoba Archives, along with my files, already there. I designated the gift in my will, with UofM's help in the wording. However, they have decided they don't want the entire collection - no room, they say - and they want to cherry-pick a few good ones. It's too large and valuable a collection to disperse so I have to find another home for it. I'm not going to live long enough to do what I'd like to do with them. There are so many novels, plays, movies, and essays in them, just waiting to be brought to light.
One major project would be based on a multi-volume record of the wagon trains' western journeys. I've actually plotted a screenplay -, more like a television series - inspired by them. It might have to be a novel or two, with the series based on the books. There' s a diary by a southern woman who went with her husband to Alaska shortly after the sale of the state to the United States. He was second in command of a fur station and he couldn't afford to go south during the worst of the winter. They were trapped by snow and weather for weeks and weeks in their home situated above the town. They almost starved but they survived and when they emerged with spring, the dear diarist was pregnant.
I found a striking similarity among several disparate artists from different countries. You wouldn't think Emily Carr, (1867-1945); Kathe .Kollwitz (1867-1945); Edna Manning (1900-1997); and Anne Truit (1921-2004) would have anything in common butt they shared a mystic, spiritual quality in their thinking and approach to their art, or so it seemed to me. Worth an essay?
Or a blog.