In the business of writing, disappointments can be big, successes small, or vice versa. I received notice that an article I had written (and competed against some other writers) had been chosen and purchased for publication for a prestigious education magazine (to be un-named according to contract as ghost writer). The pay was $32.00. Not bad for one page, single-spaced. The very next day, in the mail I received back my contract for the marketing of a poem I had written that was chosen for test marketing for a greeting card company. They decided not to use it. That would have paid $300. This is a time when vice versa would have come in handy!
I am a little over half-way through reading "Frankenstein." I need to get it finished and then read the inclusive textbook material and get my essay written. The language of the time (1818) when Frankenstein was written is different than today. It is quite descriptive -- flowery.
Not having read the book before, and having seen the movie ages ago as a very young child, I was confused and thought Frankenstein was the monster that was created by a mad scientist. Frankenstein was not the monster . . . or, was he? Was he a monster for creating a life and then abandoning it the moment it came to life? The thing was vulgar to him, so he cast it out without teaching it anything, or even clothing it or feeding it. I don't remember what happened in the movie I saw when I was a child, so I look forward to finding out what happens.
The warm weather these last few days has been quite welcome. I am actually able to sit here and type without shivering. My hands don't feel like ice. My fingers are not numb. It is wonderful! I considered hanging my laundry out to dry today, but I decided it wasn't breezy enough to dry them, especially towels and jeans.
Writers' group meets this Friday. I haven't written anything to share with the group. Maybe I can share one of my blog journal pages. I'll have to look and see if there is anything they would be interested in. It is sad that I am majoring in creative writing, but there is no time for creative writing. Someday . . . . . . . . .
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