Yesterday, “Underground” came back from its first market, rejected, of course. Today it ships off to the next magazine on the list. Unfortunately, the list of actual mystery/suspense magazines is pretty short this century. Weʹll see. I found a couple more print possibilities this morning, and the list of electronic publishers is longer than I had anticipated.
Yesterday, the first of the series of plays written during my teaching career went off (thanks to Janet). I chose “Everybody” for the initial attempt. It had a bit of an adventure getting gone. One of the publisherʹs requirements was that the play be bound, which I hadnʹt anticipated as a problem since one thing I had rescued from my classroom was the giant stapler Janet had given me. Unfortunately, when it came to mailing day (supposedly last Thursday), the big stapler was nowhere to be found. And I do mean nowhere. I spent six hours searching the house. Most of the untouched boxes from moving out of school were finally emptied and their contents put kind of/sort of away. However, the stapler itself never appeared. We looked again, together, over the weekend without luck, so on Monday, Janet took the envelope and the play to work to use a big stapler there and then mail it for me.
Today or tomorrow a second play goes off to a different publisher, and then a third to a third—all as quickly as I can re-edit and reformat the scripts.
On the good side, I am going to get my chance to play a major role for the first time in thirty-five years. Auditions were held over the weekend for a combination Peace Pipe Players/Ohnward Fine Arts Center production of A Christmas Carol, coming up on November 20, 21 and 22. Iʹm going to be Scrooge, pleasantly enough. Readthrough is Thursday, so there go my evenings again for two months. I just hope I still have the mentality to memorize lines!