Well, dear readers, I am home and it is late and I must write these here notes because such things must be done and so do them I shall and I shall do them so. I saw a play this evening in a small upstairs theater seating thirty-two or thereabouts. It was an interesting subject, not realized to its fullest potential certainly and for me personally some stylistically strange choices in the production, but that’s just me. Our very own Doug Haverty did a good job. After the play, Leslie and her ever-lovin’ daughter Alexa, Doug and his ever-lovin’ Dorathy and I went to the Coral Café for some food. We had nachos for the table – I didn’t eat a huge amount of them, and I had a small little personal coffee cake thing, as did Alexa and that was very good. Fun conversation.
Prior to all that, I got up at noon after eight hours of sleep (didn’t go to bed until four). Once up, I began proofing what was left of the book. I found a few more typos, a missing period, that kind of thing, and about ten really tiny things to run by Muse Margaret – a couple of word substitutions and maybe a couple of one-line cuts. At some point I went to Corky’s and had The Sandwich – excellent. This time I had no salad, just the little side of potato salad. Then I came home and finished proofing. I showered and got ready and was hoping to talk to Muse Margaret, but she wasn’t around.
Then I went to the theater and you know that story. There are a million stories in the naked city and now you’ve heard one of them.
Today, I’ll be up by ten to talk to Muse Margaret. Then I’m hoping Grant will come and we’ll finish getting all the fixes and design things into the book. Then the plan is to go have a celebratory luncheon. I’ll also drop by the mail place, as I haven’t been there since Thursday, I think. Then I can actually relax and perhaps even watch something.
The rest of the week is meetings and meals, making a show order, writing commentary, having a video screening, but most importantly getting everything to the publisher. That is the plan – no later than the end of the week.
I do hope it hasn’t been too boring reading about the birth of this book, but it was challenging and fun and I always enjoy writing about the writing process.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, talk to Muse Margaret, hopefully get with Grant and put this puppy to bed, have a celebratory lunch, go to the mail place, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What were your favorite desserts when you were growing up – they really don’t have many of those anymore, at least the ones that were popular in our house – chocolate pudding, Jell-O, all that kind of stuff. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have told one of a million stories in the naked city. And answer me this: why doesn’t the damn naked city put some damn clothes on?