Quiet

Reader's Digest finally killed the paranormal story I was fact-checking. Too much of it couldn't be confirmed. Go figure. I still get paid for my hours of work on it.

I hadn't posted much of screenwriting value in July because I haven't done any screenwriting in July. That story left me so drained that it cut into the rest of my work. I had plans to finish "By the Book" this summer and do a further rewrite on "Sheep's End", but that's not going to happen. I have notes in piles on my desk, but nothing's in the scripts yet.

I spent this week catching up on work for Alex and decompressing. I did some work for him, but another stone fell out of the heavens and hit my on the head. I'm not sure whether to blog about that in detail or not, but it's keeping me awake at night, and that's cutting into my productive morning time even further. It's enough for now to say that it involves my children, the education they deserve and desire, and my inability to provide it.

In brighter news, we inherited a large file cabinet and I transferred my 101 Squadron research documents into it. I still get a kick out reading this stuff, which is why it took me all evening.

Beyond historical value, some of this stuff is tantalizing. I'll never know what prompted acting OC Maury Mann to write this, for example:


Among the documents, I found two floppy disks and a Zip disk that I'd forgotten about. The Zip disk has high-quality versions of dozens of photographs. I think Boris Senior gave me one of the floppies, which may contain the English manuscript of the autobiography that was published in Hebrew. I don't know what's on the other floppy, but I'll find out this weekend.