I haven’t posted a blog recently because I saw in a supermarket tabloid that Mother Theresa and Nostradamus said that the world would end last July Fourth. Now that it appears they were wrong about this (maybe the reporter had trouble with translations) so I may as well start looking forward to the next end. In the meanwhile, here’s what I’ve been doing.
At the moment , I’m working on a contemporary, sort of, novel and a twelfth-century biography; not of Eleanor of Aquitaine. The poor woman has been analyzed and fictionalized enough.
Also this week I have a short story out in the anthology, Death’s Excellent Vacation, edited by Charlaine Harris and Toni Kelner. I was very happy to be included in this great collection. I had been thinking about writing this story ever since I first went to Ireland in 1985.
I’ve also been continuing my exercise in masochism by watching “documentaries” about 2012 and other historical predictions. I saw a rerun of a program on The Devil’s Bible that, once again, clearly had been written by one of the producers to save the cost of hiring a real writer. What I can’t understand is why they won’t spring a few hundred dollars just to have the script reviewed by someone who knows the subject. Among other mistakes, they stated that the manuscript had passed from the hands of the Black Monks to the White Monks. But the writer didn’t understand what the difference was assuming, I think, that White Monks were Benedictines with a better fashion sense and not an entirely different order. It’s a small thing, but these mistakes add up. I keep wondering if Egyptologists and biologists are as frustrated as medievalists by the inaccuracies in programs about their field. Or maybe the world is out to get us because we can read Nostradamus in the original and know the Truth.