Mother Antonia: Finding places to expand and elaborate. Took a look at the correspondence between S. Antonia and the Phi Beta Kappa gatekeepers. I get the impression they were intimidated by her. Perhaps because (for instance) when invited to give input on their assessment, she goes at it paragraph by paragraph.
Author: Anne
snapshot 1904
Mother Antonia: Worked on draft 2. Ran into an unexpected obstacle when I tried to come up with a snapshot of women’s rights in Minnesota in 1904. Obviously women couldn’t vote in state and national elections, but what else were they formally barred from doing on the basis of sex? There are lists like this...
comma mater
Everything Looks Like A Face: Sketched out an overture/montage/dumb show to establish the out-of-chronological-order storytelling style of the mosaic version. Mother Antonia: Did some reading in S. Helen Angela Hurley’s On Good Ground: The Story of the Sisters of St. Joseph in St Paul to try to get back in the groove; new draft due...
The Missing Pankhurst(s)
A scrap from The Good Fight. In The Good Fight, I have two members of the Pankhurst family as characters: Emmeline and her daughter Christabel. Emmeline had two other daughters, Sylvia and Adela, also political activists. I struggled with whether or not to include them, too. In the end I opted to leave them out...
that was quick
Infrastructure: Got a rejection, another one from a New Play Exchange opportunity I didn’t record in my tracking application. Initial data entry on an opp and marking it with a “No” all in one transaction.
planning
Everything Looks Like A Face: Met with Elizabeth about the next steps for refining the book.
the next last game
The Last Game: Heather Helinsky, who has been dramaturging this script, sent an email to check in. I agreed to have a new draft by April 7. Infrastructure: Because Heather asked me to send her a synopsis, I now have a synopsis for “The Last Game,” and added it to the portfolio.
nothin’
Set strike for “The How and the Why.”
reassessing
It’s All Good: Finished rereading The Lord of the Flies. When I read it in seventh grade, it struck me as a cold-hearted book. These days, I find more compassion in it. As best I can recall, in seventh grade I felt Golding was standing outside the bewilderment of the boys, judging them for being...
it’s all good, Ralph
It’s All Good: Started re-reading Lord of the Flies, which will be germane to the companion monologue. Oddly, it cheers me up.