Well, dear readers, I didn’t quite have a third day of no annoyances, even though I was really hoping to. I got only seven hours of sleep again, got up, and had a couple of irritating e-mails right off the proverbial bat, but I dispensed with them quickly. One of them had to do with yet another cabaret show ripping off what we do, but there’s nothing to be done about it. These people simply do not understand that there isn’t enough audience to go around when there will now be FOUR shows like ours every month, although a couple of them don’t quite make one a month. But people just can’t spend that kind of money. They know what they’re getting with us, the kind of work we put into our shows and the quality of them and the performers we use, but still it’s just annoying and the copying is just so bloody blatant. End of rant about the copycats.
When I could finally concentrate, I futzed and finessed, making lots of little adjustments and the usual adding and subtracting, but I was pretty happy with the writing from the day before, especially considering I’d done a little over fifteen pages. Then I went to Jerry’s Deli and met Kay Cole for my belated birthday lunch. I’ll owe her a birthday lunch next since her birthday is today. We had a splendidly splendid time catching up. We both had chili, cheese, and onion hot dogs, no fries, and a side Caesar salad, and it was all great. After that, I stopped at the mail place and picked up two more screeners I already had, plus some Netflix TV stuff, including the second season of Stranger Things, but I’ve seen that already. I’m still hoping for a couple of films I haven’t seen yet. Then I came home.
I wrote a couple of new pages quickly, but was stuck in one section for a couple of hours. I’d start it, read it, hate it, rewrite it, read it, hate it, and this went on and on, until I finally hit a version I liked and then of course it practically wrote itself. I wrote another three pages and then had to take a break, because the second annoyance happened, which was a bigger annoyance but without some miraculous miracles I can’t do anything about it. Send those most excellent vibes and xylophones, please, we need ‘em pronto. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on the Flix of Net entitled Okja, a very strange film, a fantasy/fable of sorts about a large genetically manufactured pig. The young Korean actress who’s the lead was terrific. Tilda Swinton in a double role is just beyond weird. I never know quite what to make of her. But nothing is weirder in this film than Jake Gyllenhaal, who gives out there a whole new meaning. Paul Dano is very good, too, but in the end the film’s tonal shifts are too many for its own good. But I didn’t mind it too much.
Then I wrote some more, had a telephonic conversation with our web host and for whatever reason while he was on the phone I was finally able to insert the image that I could not when I posted the notes. Go know. So, for those who may have missed that in yesterday’s notes, here is the note I wrote to Babs Klein back in eleventh grade or thereabouts, that someone found in a book.
Oh, and her name wasn’t Barbara Klein it was Babette Klein, hence the Babs. Dear reader Jane had a copy of my yearbook and sent me her photo. Here that is.
Oh, and I found her on Facebook and “friended” her, but I suspect she made a profile and hasn’t been back since. She lives in Chicago now and I would love to get hold of her to show her this and find out the story I’m not remembering. Then I wrote more pages for a little over twelve, and when I finish these here notes, I’ll try to do at least two more, although I can’t go to bed too too late because she of the Evil Eye will be here bright and early as well as early and bright.
Today, I’ll probably stick around the house or maybe just go out for a little while. I’ll hopefully pick ups some packages, I’ll futz and finesse, and then I’ll try to finish part one of the book. If I do, then I’ll go back and add a handful of things that I’ve already written but not inserted yet. If I finish, then I’ll definitely have a celebratory meal because I’ll be halfway through the book.
Tomorrow, I’ll futz and finesse and then print out all pages again including the seventy-one pages Muse Margaret has already seen since there’s been all those little changes. Then I’ll get them to her and since it’s a day off for her I’m hoping she can read them so I can move on to part two first thing Monday morning, although knowing me I’ll try to at least write a paragraph or two for that part, since it involves a new character and new setting. Next week will be writing and dealing with a lot of merde if the miraculous miracles don’t occur pronto.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, futz and finesse, write new pages, go out for a bit, hopefully pick up packages, then write more until I hopefully finish part one of the book. Today’s topic of discussion: Who are you rooting for for Oscar nominations this year? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, glad that at least part of the day and evening was productive and good.