Well, dear readers, I have absolutely nothing to say. Of course, that’s never stopped me before and it shan’t stop me know, for I must write these here notes in a hurry because she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon. So, let me dive in and just say that yesterday was a day, Friday to be exact. I was up at nine but it was so cold in the home environment, I got up, turned on the heat, and then got back in bed for an hour, at which point the home environment was slightly warmer.
I then finessed, futzed and fixed the previous day’s writing – that took a while because I am just in a tricky section where I’ve got to impart information without getting too repetitious about it. After finessing, I wrote a couple of new pages, then moseyed on over to Jerry’s Deli where I indeed did have another patty melt, which was ever so yummilicious. I did a little checking and was happy to find that the Hamburger Hamlet in the Oaks of Sherman still serves their patty melt, albeit with carmelized onions rather than raw onions, but I already know they’ll substitute the raw for the carmelized. The Raw and the Carmelized – that sounds like a 20th Century Fox war movie from the 1950s.
After lunch, I ascertained that once again, for the fifth time this week, I had no packages, which means that there are several errant and truant packages out there in the dark. So, I came home and wrote a couple of e-mails to the senders of the errant and truant packages. I suspect they all sent them out at their leisure, which is not how it’s supposed to work. They don’t respond much, they just hope it will arrive soon so they don’t have to have any more e-mails. All it really means to me is that I never order anything from those people again. Then I buckled down, Winsocki and wrote about six pages. Then I sat at my computer like so much fish.
Yesterday, I watched a motion picture on my computer entitled The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, starring a whole slew of wonderful English actors and several wonderful Indian actors. The majority of the film does, in fact, take place in India. I really enjoyed the film a whole lot – the pace was perfect, the performances were fantastic, every single one, the screenplay was very funny and literate (based on a novel called These Foolish Things by Deborah Moggach), and it was directed with a very steady hand. You could not ask for better performances – Maggie Smith, Judi Dench, Bill Nighy, Tom Wilkinson and all the rest – just superb. Naturally, not a one of them was nominated for an Oscar and let me tell you that each and every one of the names above should have been. I love Amy Adams, but she had so little to do in The Master, and I found the part so one note (her role in Trouble With the Curve was much better) – and then you compare that with Miss Smith or Miss Dench and there’s just no contest, just as there is no contest between Miss Smith and Miss Dench as compared to Anne Hathaway. But these little twerp acting branch members all of their little favorites who get nominated time and again and they are much more impressed by the obvious than the subtle. I’ll take the subtle every time. In any case, the movie is amusing, touching, and quite lovely and it’s highly recommended by the likes of me.
Then I ate some soup, after which I wrote another five pages, for a total of thirteen, which was a good day’s work if you ask me. Then I watched another motion picture on the computer, entitled Rust and Bone. It’s an okay film, with excellent performances (Oscar favorite Marion Cotillard was passed over for this one), but it’s just relentlessly bleak and dreary. It’s well done but at two hours it’s just too long. The CGI is really good. (For those who’ve seen the film you know what it involves, for those who haven’t, you shan’t hear it here nor shall you here it hear.)
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must get some semblance of a good night’s beauty sleep.
Today, I shall be up early and then I shall have to go do things. I may take the laptop with me because I do hate to lose the morning without any writing. So, I may go sit at Jerry’s and just work there whilst sipping a Diet Coke and having a bagel or something. Hopefully I’ll pick up some packages, and then I’ll come right home and write for most of the afternoon. I do believe when I complete this day’s writing I will be over halfway through this book. Then I’ll be having a nice dinner because I need a nice dinner.
Tomorrow it’s more writing, which I have to be done with by three or four (can’t remember which), after which I have a two-hour work session with a singer. Monday, I write, then I’m back in the editing room at noon to do a little more work on episode five – I just feel it’s not quite right yet, and I sent the editor my thoughts and he told me he’s already done a little work on it and has an idea how to get another ten seconds out of it – I also have an idea how to do so and we’ll see if the ideas are the same. Then I’m seeing a friend I haven’t seen in thirty years – we’ll either have a late lunch or early dinner. Then it’s back to writing in the evening and then on Tuesday I deliver the next batch of pages to Muse Margaret. The rest of the week is meetings, meals, finishing casting the next Kritzerland show, finalizing song choices and getting the cast their music, and, above all, writing.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write, hopefully pick up some packages, write, have a nice dinner, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite performances of the divoon Maggie Smith? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland happy that the nothing I had to say is at an end. Tomorrow I’ll have plenty to say.