Well, dear readers, this is going to be a very long day, so I must write these here notes in a hurry so I can get a good night’s beauty sleep. So let me just say that yesterday was yet another up and down and down and up day. I got about six hours of sleep, got coherent sort of, then began futzing and finessing. I had a nice telephonic conversation, then went and picked up one little package and no interesting mail. I came back home briefly and futzed and finessed a bit more, adding, subtracting, smoothing, and then I wrote a couple of new pages.
I didn’t feel like making anything here so I went to Marie Callendar’s and had a bacon cheeseburger and a side salad – both were very good. Then I came home again, wrote a few more new pages and almost finished the little sequence I was on – I really am happy with it – my favorite kind of sequence to write. Then it was time for my haircut. One of the joys of the new house is that I exit the front door, walk a few steps north, and I’m at Lydia Geissman’s salon. It literally takes ten seconds. She did a lovely job on the hair and we had fun chatting, although I almost fell asleep at one point.
After that, I came home, wrote a few more pages, then drove over to the nearby branch of my bank, where the two people at the teller windows were such morons, taking forever to complete their business. There was a long line and just those two tellers. Everyone in the line was ready to hit those ninnies over the head with a frying pan. I took all of thirty seconds doing my business.
I put gas in the motor car – every station around here is charging between 3.50 and 3.60, so I went elsewhere and paid 3.19. I came home again, had two brief visits from two visitors, and then went back to the book. I wrote a few more pages, moving the story along, and then I took a break.
I watched a bit of the new 4K transfer of The Seventh Voyage of Sinbad, a UK release – it looks very good, but I’m interested to compare it to the previous Blu-ray release, which I have in the garage somewhere. I ate some pistachio nuts for my snack – a lot of pistachio nuts. And I must say, there are an inordinate number of terrible drivers out there the past few days. Just not paying attention, making dangerous situations because they’re either stupid, in a hurry, or not thinking or, more likely, all of the above. And they get angry when you call them out on it. Note to idiot drivers: It’s YOU, cretins, not us.
I did some other work on the computer, got a fun idea and wrote that, took a hot shower and expounded on the idea, wrote that, and that was that – it was a very productive writing day of fourteen pages.
Today, I think I’m going to have to have an early meal around eleven o’clock, because I won’t have time to eat again until late at night. I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, then we have our stumble-through at two o’clock. If I have notes, I’ll have to give them very quickly, and if I run out of time I’ll e-mail them later and then work that stuff at the sound check. I have to get over to my engineer’s place no later than four o’clock and that’s all the way in West LA. Once there, I’ll hear a test I asked him to do, then we’ll finesse the mixes. There’s only sixty minutes of music on the CD, so we should be able to get it done in four or five hours, then it will go right to mastering. And of course I’ll try to find a few hours to write.
Tomorrow, I’ll write in the morning, relax, then mosey on over to The Federal for our sound check. Then we do our show. I know some of us will go out after for a bite to eat, probably to Little Toni’s. Then on Monday I print out however many pages are done and deliver them to Muse Margaret and pray that she likes them. I should be close to page eighty by then.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, have an early meal, hopefully pick up packages, write, have a stumble-through, give notes, finesse mixes, and write some more. Today’s topic of discussion: If you could take the haineshisway.com Time Machine and go back and meet any author in history, who would it be and why that author? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping to leave the down part of the day in the dust and only have an up day.