Well okay then.

Writing progress today was, of all things, 250 words on The Mutilation of the Hermai, my story about Plato and Xenophon: Boy Detectives set in Classical Athens and involving the political woes of Alcibiades, metaphysical conundrums, and rather a lot of penises.  Haven't touched it since March or April, due to the Problem of Xanthippe and my determination to write a strong outspoken woman in period Greek culture, but that problem was solved at the point where I was blocked by the sudden interjection of Alcibiades -- which I mention because it may amuse those of you who have studied Plato's Symposium.

Not too much else to report, except that I am properly remembering my Dreamwidth cross-posting, and hopefully by mentioning that fact in every post I make I will keep remembering to do it.

Yesterday's brush with Awesome Local Indie Films has me wanting to start working on a screenplay for my Evolving Zombie Nightmare notion, but I have enough projects right now and no screenwriting experience, so it will probably just simmer on the back burner for now.

Hopefully when I write it I will manage not to give my main characters Intense And Familiar Daddy Issues.

Inarticulate noises.

So I'm still working on Mutilation of the Hermai.  And I seem to have misplaced my copy of Plato's Symposium, which is kinda relevant.  So I went to the local library to grab some reference materials, that included.

The Moorhead Public Library has no Plato in its Philosophy section.

They have no Plato in their Classical Greek Literature section.  And it isn't just that it's all checked out, either -- I looked it up in the catalogue and they have no copies in their collection at all.

All they have of Plato is The Republic.  It's shelved in the section where they have books about politics, a couple shelves down from Garrison Keillor's Homegrown Democrat.

What.