Yesterday, your manicure finally gave.  You wondered how long it would last, considering you are forever planting.  The answer was:  a week and a half.

It rained all through the night.  Was it that, or the sound of hubby flinging his shoes into the closet that kept you awake until 4 a.m.?  You woke at 6:45, so that’s just under three hours sleep.

But let’s not blame everything on hubby, or the rain.  At 1 a.m., you decided to read something from your pile of stuff, and suddenly you saw your way into a new story, and even though you only wrote a page (double space), you felt it couldn’t wait till the morning.

It would have been so great if you could have slept till 9 (or later), but alas, fate made you wake up at 6:45.  (It was strange, though, how happy you were to have an excuse to spend all morning in bed, reading —  Michael Cox’s historical novel, The Meaning of Night —  and watching old Perry Mason episodes on TV)

You also, at some point, got very excited about sending out a new manuscript of short stories, but before you did, you needed to double-check whether you’d already been in touch with that particular publisher, because you had the niggling suspicion that you had, and after a long and painstaking search you found that they had indeed rejected a collection of yours, in late 2008.  A nice rejection.  (Self can’t tell ya how many times she’s heard from publishers who say they regret they are unable to publish her, but her work is just so good that they fully expect to see her name in the local Barnes & Noble someday.  Which is all very well and good, but it’s been years since self got some of these nice letters, and as far as she knows, she and Barnes & Noble are still not on speaking terms)

Anyhoo, here you are reading Calyx, which is one of her favorite literary journals, and here’s a review of a book self thinks sounds fascinating:  Dancing in Combat Boots, and Other Stories of American Women in World War II, by Teresa R. Funke.  And here are a couple of passages from the review, which was written by Carol Bosworth and Barbara Boggs.

The eleven fictional stories in Teresa Funke’s collection are loosely based on real women’s lives during World War II.  These stories  . . .  illustrate many women’s struggles while their husbands were absent overseas, often for months without news.  Some women raised children and worked factory jobs; other women were nurses or canteen staff near battle lines in Europe, pilots of military aircraft being shuttled coast to coast, or staff of camps holding German prisoners of war in Colorado.  One story tells the experience of a young Japanese American woman who was evacuated to an internment camp with her entire family, where she lived as a virtual prisoner . . .  for the duration of the war.

Each vignette takes the reader into the time and place of these women’s wartime experiences.  The stories express daily emotional stress, tension, and the boredom of meaningless tasks.  Often the women persisted only out of sureness that the work made a difference to their nation in a time of crisis.

Sounds great, doesn’t it?  Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

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