We;;, dear readers, today… We;;??? See what happens when you put your fingers on the wrong keys? You type gibberish and frankly I am jiggy with that because these here notes are all about gibberish. All About Gibberish – that’s the title of my next novel, a story of love and licorice in the county of Gibberish on the Isle of Thisbaine. What the HELL am I talking about? Gibberish, I tell you, it’s all gibberish. So, here’s what happens when I move my right-hand fingers one key over accidentally (on purpose) – upi see ,u tu[omj becp,es omcpjeremt. Now, who can translate the gibberish I just wrote? In any case, it’s Monday and I must write these here notes so I can get my beauty sleep. Speaking of my beauty sleep, yesterday was a full day of doing things. I got up, did the long jog (it was gorgeous out), and then I came home and entered more Nudie fixes into act two, made notes on the long script, shaved and showered, and then toddled off to a little New Year’s party. I couldn’t stay long, but it was a very nice party. I didn’t know anyone, save for one person, and I’d only just met the host of the party about a month ago. I then toddled off to the afternoon meeting, and on my way I got a call from muse Margaret, who’d read the first fifty-eight pages of the new novel, and I’m happy to say she was very pleased and really liked it. She had one teeny-tiny note, which she was totally right about, and fixing it involved cutting about six words. Otherwise, she said she laughed, she found some of the descriptive passages very much to her liking, and I was most pleased that she didn’t get bored of my six pages of food descriptions in a scene that takes place at Musso and Frank. She said she could totally picture the restaurant, and the food. That’s one of my favorite things about writing novels – you can just go on and on and as long as it’s written okay and you hold interest, it’s fine. I remember way back in Benjamin Kritzer when I’d written that really long descriptive chapter where Benjamin sees the projection booth at the Lido Theater. I was sure it was way too much, but when I went back and read it it just seemed so right, and I fell in love with the fact that you could really evoke and describe and take your time, which is the opposite of screenwriting and writing plays. Anyway, I was very happy with her reaction, and I shall now mush on. I then attended a meeting with the author of the musical, as well as the composer, Shelly Markham, and the lyricist, Miss Adryan Russ. I’d decided going in that I wouldn’t get into specifics about the piece. I was more interested in what the author expected of the director, and that was my first question, and I got a good answer. I then discussed my overall reactions to the show, and gave one sample suggestion, which, I’m happy to say, was immediately embraced (it had to do with moving a musical number). The bottom line is I was asked to direct the staged reading in late February and I said yes. So, this Thursday night we’re going to do a little one-on-one reading – just me and the authors and a couple of actors, so I can hear the piece out loud, which will be very helpful for me. I’m going to push the Nudie Musical staged reading into mid-March. I then came back to the Valley and had a dinner meeting with Miss Alet Taylor about her show that I’ll be directing. We’ll be meeting with a pianist very soon so we can lock down the musical numbers and get to work – we’re thinking of a late April gig at the Gardenia, to shake it out. Ultimately, it will be a two-act show, but we’ll do a one-act version first. I then came home and decided to start the new chapter, just to get a page done, so I’m into it when I begin today. I’m glad I did, too. I then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I finished watching The Dark Knight, a very long motion picture. While I understand people liking the film, I really don’t understand how it became one of the biggest grossing films in history. I remember the adulation for Batman Begins, which I couldn’t stand. I liked this one a bit better, but I just grow weary of the pounding drums and droning chords of the music, of the mumbling actors, of the angst. But then you get pros like Michael Caine and Morgan Freeman, and you can actually understand what they’re saying, so that’s always pleasant. The whole Joker thing became so repetitious that the film became irritating to me. The DVD transfer, at least on the screener I received, is really atrocious, and I’ve been of the opinion that studios are doing this on purpose to try to get people to go Blu-Ray. If that is true (and it has to be because there is no excuse for a transfer of a current motion picture to look anything other than stellar), I hope they all go out of business very soon, because it’s like spitting in the face of loyal consumers who made DVD the hit it is. I didn’t hate The Dark Knight, but I can’t really say I liked much about it.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’m quite tired and I fear I may start writing gibberish.
Today, I shall do the long jog, I shall write at least six pages, I shall have an afternoon meeting, and I shall finish entering the act two Nudie fixes. I have a meeting with a charity at seven, but I really would like one evening to myself – but it’s probably not going to be tonight. Perhaps tomorrow night.
Tomorrow it will be more writing, and an early lunch meeting, and I think I’ll have the evening free, so that’s good. I’m really hoping I can keep this weekend completely free from anything other than writing.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, write, do errands and whatnot, have a meeting, and enter fixes. Today’s topic of discussion: Dreams. What is the most extraordinary dream you ever had (that you remember)? The worst nightmare? Do you feel dreams reflect something deep within? Let’s discuss dreams. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and some of them can even contain a modicum of gibberish.