Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry for she of the Evil Eye will be here bright and early and also early and bright and I shall have to beat a hasty retreat, although what the hasty retreat ever did to me to deserve such a beating is anyone’s guess. But before I get to the nitty gritty and also the gritty nitty, let me just say that this week flew by, like a gazelle doing its morning ablutions. Yesterday was a rather whirlwind day. It began with my arising. Once I arose and had arisen, I was arisen but didn’t have a rose. . Has anyone noticed that little errant period just sitting there like so much fish? Where did that errant period come from? The Errant Period – that’s the title of my next novel, a highly charged erotic story of a pregnant gazelle. Where was I? Oh, yes, my day. I smoothed out some of what I’d written the day before, and then I had a work session with the composer and lyricist of the long musical. That went fine, then we went to lunch at Hugo’s. After that, I picked up a package, then came home and had to attend to a few things. Then I finally buckled down Winsocki and wrote about six pages. Then I had to run an errand and a whatnot, then I returned and had to briefly deal with a little annoyance from a very troubled person. There are only a handful of things that I don’t respond well to, and this was one of them, but after a very brief bit of anger, I just let it go, dealt with it, and it will all be fine. . Oops (spoo, spelled backwards), did you see that? Another errant period. After that, I wrote another couple of pages and added to little things to an earlier section (all these tiny additions I’ve been doing really only take up a paragraph or two). I did write the section dealing with my mother’s death – that took a little while to get right, but I think it’s honest and that’s all I can do in this book is be forthright and honest.
Then it was time to go visit a friend I hadn’t seen in way too many years. We’d had a little, well, I’d call it a little misunderstanding, and we just stopped talking, but we got in contact a week ago, and I realized how silly it all was, and we had a really lovely time catching up. The person has had some life-threatening health problems but has come through them and is fine now. Her daughters are now so grown up – one lives in New Orleans and paints (a wonderful artist and she’s been a wonderful artist since she was twelve – I have two paintings she did back then and they’re very weird and very good), and the other daughter is in college. My friend is also an artist and has really blossomed and come into her own in the last few years. I got to take home two superb paintings, and as soon as I get photographs of them I’ll post them on our discussion board. One of them really spoke to me, and I’m thrilled to have it. We had some dinner at a place called Zeke’s, a barbecue restaurant in a city called Montrose. It was really very good – I had a pulled pork sandwich that was great, and their barbecue sauce was excellent. My friend used to live in the City of Studio, and she asked me what restaurants I go to regularly and while I was telling her, the man at the next table kept looking over at us. He finally said that he lives in the City of Studio and goes to all my usual jernts. What were the odds of that – sitting in a restaurant in Montrose next to a fellow Studio Cityzian? Anyway, it was a really nice time, and we plan to be better friends now.
I then came home, wrote two more pages (for a total of ten), and that was that. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst we begin to think about writing the new story, The Errant Period.
Today, I shall beat a hasty retreat within an inch of its life, and then I shall return and write. At some point my daughter’s best friend Skye is coming over and we’ll do all the car paperwork for my old motor car, box up all the stuff in the trunk, and then she’ll drive the old motor car to her place where my darling daughter’s darling husband will pick it up and drive it to their home environment. I wish her many years of good fortune with the car, which is still a wonderful car, which only needs a little TLC and some re-lined brakes, which her friend will do very cheaply. After that, I’ll write some more, then eat something amusing, and that will be that.
Tomorrow will be a writing day, plus printing out at least eighty new pages for muse Margaret’s mental delectation. Next week shall be a very busy week.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, beat a hasty retreat, I must write, I must clean out the old motor car, and I must eat. Today’s topic of discussion: What’s your favorite style of barbecue, and where have you had the absolute best barbecue food you’ve ever had, and what was so special about it? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we all endeavor to create the story of The Errant Period.