Well, dear readers, I must say I am very tired. “I am very tired.” There. I have never written in this kind of frenzy before and it’s really exhausting, but it seems I must do it – things are just bursting out of me and I want to get it all down as I remember it. I’m afraid that if I slow down my memory will slow down and my memory is on high-speed right now so write like the wind I shall and then things shall be written on the wind. Plus, I’m really having a good time. But after fourteen or fifteen pages in one day I am just exhausted from it. It’s good exhausted, but exhausted nonetheless. Yesterday, I probably would have slept till ten if I hadn’t had a telephonic ringing noise wake me up at nine. It was a friend of mine who hasn’t been responding to messages and it turns out she never got them. So, we had a ninety-minute conversation, caught up on what’s going on, and that was very nice. It was pouring rain outside, and I do like writing when it’s raining, but I was very behind. I smoothed out some stuff, then wrote a quick three pages. Then I decided to go out and get some food, as I wasn’t going to have a chance later because Cason Murphy was scheduled to come at four. Then, as I was writing two quick paragraphs, the power went out – only for about five seconds, but I lost the two paragraphs (I save every ten to twenty seconds and was about to do so when the power stopped). I had to restart the computer, reset one of the clocks – what a pain in the ASS. I rewrote the two paragraphs while they were still sort of in my head, then I went over to Jerry’s just before noon. The streets were insane, with flooding everywhere. The rain was coming down really hard. I’ve been to Jerry’s just before noon many, many times on every day of the week and I have NEVER, not ONCE not been able to get in or find a parking space. Well, every parking space was taken (many of those cars belonged to families who were using the bowling alley) – I finally found a place on the street, but I wished I’d just gone somewhere else. The restaurant was jammed with families, and I had to wait ten minutes to be seated. I finally asked my waitress what the damn deal was and she told me it was because it was Martin Luther King day. Say what? So, the entire population of Studio City goes to Jerry’s at NOON because it’s Martin Luther King day? I had my usual sandwich and fries and got the HELL out of there. After that, I just came right home, because the rain was pounding down so hard. I’d been smart and put a t-shirt rag on the floor of the new motor car so I wouldn’t muck up the nice carpet. Cason and I decided to postpone addressing packages until today, so that freed up my whole afternoon.
I then buckled down Winsocki and wrote about ten pages. The rain had abated, so I took that window of opportunity and went to the mail place and picked up a few packages. Then I came home, cleaned up what I’d written, and wrote another couple of pages. Then I went to Gelson’s and got a snack, and then I just relaxed and played on the computer. I also watched a little bit of a homegrown DVD entitled The Great Imposter, a movie I’m quite fond of. I’ll finish it this very evening.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must get myself to bed so I can get my beauty sleep.
Today, I shall try to write two or three pages as soon as I get up, or at least clean up the fifteen or sixteen pages I wrote yesterday. Cason will be arriving before noon, and we shall address packages, fill out customs forms, and put postage on them. That will probably take a little over two hours, then he has to get back to school, and I’ll get back to writing.
I’ve kept the rest of the weekdays as clear as I can for writing, but I do have errands and whatnot, bills to pay, and then CDs to ship. And I do have to have the meeting with the co-author of the long musical, but that will be wholly dependent on whether the rain is coming back.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write, address packages, ship a few packages, pick up a few packages, write, and eat something light but amusing. Today’s topic of discussion: I always enjoyed movies starring Tony Curtis. So, what are your favorite Tony Curtis movies? And before Dean Martin became a caricature of himself, he gave some fine performances in films – which are your favorites? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland.