Well, dear readers, the final day of the long weekend was pretty productive and stress-free, thanks to it being a holiday and all. The best part was the phone call from Muse Margaret late in the afternoon after she’d finished part one. She had no notes at all and she liked it very much. So, that was lovely. She did have one question about one word – she wasn’t suggesting I change it, but just wanted to know why I’d chosen it. But I see her point and I’m going to change it – very easy fix.
Prior to that, the alarm didn’t go off so I slept until eleven, exactly eight hours of sleep. Once up, I answered a few e-mails then began futzing and finessing. I did quite a lot of smoothing out and I added about two-and-a-half pages to what I’d written the day before, which helped everything. So by the end of futzing and finessing I’d written almost three new pages.
Then I made some bow tie pasta and some red sauce with sautéed red onions – only about five ounces of pasta, I think, and I ate that all up. Then it was back to writing, and I finished another four pages or so. Then I took a little break, had the Muse Margaret call, and then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday I watched a documentary entitled The Man Who Would be Polka King, which was not very well done (the guy who plays “host” was terrible – I would have excised every single bit of him, but I think he was the director) but interesting. The guy who’s the subject of this, Jan Lewan, is also on view in one of those “this really happened” movies on the Flix of Net, the new Jack Black thing called The Polka King. I watched ten minutes of that after I’d finished the documentary, but those ten minutes were horrible so I shut it off. You know what you’re in for when they have to change the name of his real-life wife – you’re in for fiction.
After that, I wrote more pages, for a total of about ten at that point. I went to Ralph’s as the pasta wasn’t enough food for an entire day and evening. I got some assorted cheese slices (but no ham chunks), and a lettuce wedge from their salad bar. I came home and had the wedge, which was surprisingly good, and a few little cheese slices, just right. Then I had a nice telephonic conversation with Elizabeth Sherman, and we’ll be going over there to finally get the signed musical quotes done very soon.
Then I wrote two more pages and I’ll try to do two more after I post these here notes. Then I listened to some music.
Today, I will need those most excellent vibes and xylophones for no merde and no craziness and some miraculous miracles for the rest of this week. I’ll futz and finesse, I’ll write, I’ll hopefully pick up packages, and then I’m supposed to meet some people for a dinner meeting, but it’s all the way in deep Glendale and I’m not sure I can do that drive at rush hour, so I may see if there are any other options that would work better. If I end up not going, I’ll have something to eat here or I’ll go grab something out.
The rest of the week is more of the same, plus some meetings and meals, hopefully I’ll keep my head above water, and on Friday we ship the Levi CDs as well as Villa-Lobos.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, need excellent vibes and xylophones, I must futz and finesse, write, hopefully pick up some packages, write, and maybe try to rearrange this dinner meeting, in which case at some point I’ll eat, write, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Since we were talking of talk shows, who were your favorite guests, the ones who were really regulars? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as the writing continues.