Well, dear readers, the loveliest event of yesterday was receiving the cover design for the new book. Sometimes I’m in attendance during the creation and sometimes I’m not, and when it’s the latter then it’s always a delightful surprise. In this particular instance, I took the photo for the cover – it was much wider but Grant Geissman expertly cropped it to his liking – that much I was there for. But I didn’t really know what the title treatment would look like, but now I do and I’m totally in love with it. So, without further ado, here is the cover of the new book.
It does look like we’ll be able to get the book in by Thursday or Friday, and from that point on it will probably be about four to five weeks before I have the book in my hands. We’ll start taking pre-orders for it once it goes in, maybe on Friday or Saturday. Very excited to get this out in the world. The rest of yesterday was perfectly okay, I suppose. I did get a little over nine hours of sleep, so that was grand. Once up, I answered e-mails and did some work on the computer, then I went and had a patty melt and no fries or onion rings. I picked up no packages, then came back home. Then I did corrections on the three latest charts, after which I wrote the first half of the commentary for the next Kritzerland show. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I finished watching a film noir entitled Ride the Pink Horse, starring and directed by Robert Montgomery, also featuring Wanda Hendrix, Thomas Gomez and Fred Clark. While some are now touting this as a masterpiece of film noir, for me it is not up there with the greats. It’s perfectly fine and I enjoyed it quite a bit, but it just never really catches fire despite many good elements. Montgomery as actor and director is fine, and Thomas Gomez is an actor I’ve always liked. Fred Clark is excellent, as always, but I was really taken with Wanda Hendrix, who is adorable. She was all of nineteen when she did this film. She did several good movies back then, but her career never took off – she married and divorced Audie Murphy within eight months, then married Robert Stack’s brother, for whom she retired from films. Then she divorced him and tried to get back in the game, but other than a handful of films, none of which even approached being successful, and various guest shots on TV, she just couldn’t survive in a business that had so changed. She died at only 52 of pneumonia. Anyway, the transfer is lovely and if you like noir you should give it a whirl. It has a good pace, beautiful photography and the story certainly holds one’s interest.
After that, I went to Gelson’s and got a halibut filet. I came home and cooked it and ate it, whilst saying, “What is it, fish?” It wasn’t great for some reason – I may not have cooked it quite enough for my liking. Then I finished writing the rest of the commentary, so now I can finesse and futz with it later this week.
Today will be a weird day. We have two ALS rehearsals, but they’re ninety minutes apart, which is really irritating. So, I think the first is at noon-thirty, then the MD and I will probably go eat, then come back for the two-thirty rehearsal. After that, I have other work to do, including some writing at the piano and some monologues to work on for that show. Then I hope to relax.
The rest of the week is meetings and meals, a work session with the MD of the Kritzerland show, seeing a show on Friday evening and possibly one on Saturday evening, too.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, rehearse, eat, rehearse, hopefully pick up packages, work at the piano, work at the computer, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland happy to have been able to put the new book cover up for your mental delectation.