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The Canadian Women Writers Engagement Calendar 1985
Adele Wiseman, editor
Toronto: Yewdewit, 1984
A piece of flotsam from the ninth decade of the last century, this strange calendar represents something of a personal triumph; proof that I'm capable of recording my comings and goings over the course of an entire year. I made it all the way to 31 December 1985, only to give it all up the next day. I blame this on the publisher, which never issued its promised 1986 calendar.
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Q: What was I doing 25 years ago today?
A: "Had to handle work [salesperson at Sam the Record Man] on only a few hours sleep and, as a result, the day went by at a crawl. Little else to report."
That I gave up journal writing is most certainly a loss to future generations.