--from Shakespeare in Love

So, I got up whenever I got up (I no longer recall), and began to work, buoyed by the knowledge that much of the paper was already accounted for. Of an estimated ten pages, two-and-a-half were done, having been typeset by somebody else; a half-page worth of birthdays, and two pages on the camp's sports leagues. Throw in another page brought over by the camper mentioned in the last entry (which I had to typeset), plus a full-page ad, and I was already about halfway there. And the front page was just a couple of riddles and a contest, and so not especially difficult.

Where I was having trouble was with the main article for this issue. See, my camp newsletter doesn't quite conform to the same rules of reality as much of the rest of the world, residing in a fictionalized universe not far from ours. More or less. At any rate, throughout this summer, I have been loudly insisting in print that I, Shmuel, am no longer in camp, and that some other people are writing the paper.

A running plot line, then, is that the skeleton crew currently holding the paper together has been desperately looking for a new writer. Allusions have been made to a number of writers who have supposedly auditioned for the job, but have been turned down for one reason or another. Last week, I went as far as two include two pages supposedly written by Paula Danziger, author of the Amber Brown series of children's books. (In this case, the protagonist was Zahava Gold, with "Zahava" being a fairly common girl's name meaning "gold." My sister's suggestion, and a good one.)

Anyway, the game plan this week was to include a bit by Donald J. Sobol, author of the Encyclopedia Brown series of children's mysteries. My version was to go under the name of Encyclopedia Judaica. The problem was that I've never been very good at writing mysteries, and was having a great deal of trouble with this one.

I took a short break. partially to get outside for a bit, but mostly because I had a package to mail out. So I went to the post office, mailed it, and returned to my apartment, picking up a copy of today's newspaper along the way.

I mention that last bit only because, while trying to come up with a decent mystery, I flipped through the paper, and suddenly found my eye caught by the words "Kymm Zuckert" in what proved to be an article about us escribitionists. Cool. Naturally, I ducked back online to alert the denizens of Journals-L about this, before getting back to work.

As a shadowy reflection of this, the "Forth" link in this entry is broken.