smallpox and blank call outs
I don’t know why the people I write about always get smallpox, but they do. Now Mary Wollstonecraft’s baby has it. I remember the pustules and scabs from Anne Bradstreet’s brush with the disease when she was sixteen. At least I am learning something.
Meanwhile, the drama over endnotes continues. How does one do what Random House calls “blank call outs”? For those of you who have no idea what a blank call out is (like me yesterday), it is a note keyed to a phrase in the text. Thus when the reader reads Mary and Mary, he/she will not be bothered by any little numbers, but the writer will be Greatly Bothered trying to figure out how to eliminate them. I have spent a little time looking at various software programs, like “ENDNOTES” to see if they can help me. The jury is still out. Fortunately, the man on my campus who knows how to use ENDNOTES-the-software is also a psychoanalyst so he will be able to mop me up when I confront my various Endnote insecurities and inadequacies.