Well, dear readers, I wish I could say I wrote fifteen new pages yesterday but in fact I only wrote three, although my plan is to post these here notes and then work another two hours. The day simply got away from me, first by sleeping until after eleven, and then just because I spent a lot of futzing and finessing the previous day’s writing, and then I had to get ready for the three-hour coaching session.
The three-hour coaching session was fun and I hope that young lady got something out of it – we talked a lot about interpretation, body language, buttons, and we ran through all kinds of material but really worked methodically on four or five. She’s very talented and really sweet and I’m sure we’ll use her in one of our Kritzerland shows, as she isn’t really like anyone else we have. Alby Potts was with us, and he’s really great for singers. Anyway, I enjoy doing these little sessions.
After that, I went right to Jerry’s Deli and bought some turkey, two rolls, some 1000-Island dressing, and cole slaw, came home, and made two lovely sandwiches. And then a bit of toasted almond chip ice cream afterwards I then finished the last of the futzing and finessing and wrote a page-and-a-half of new material, but I was really tired, so I sat on the couch like so much fish and found a movie on the Flix of Net and watched that.
Last night, I watched a motion picture entitled Mr. Church, starring Mr. Murphy, as in Eddie. Not a comedy – in fact, a twelve-hankie weepie that was so manipulative by its first-time screenwriter (based on a short story she wrote about a real-life person in her life – but I’m guessing there was much embellishment to that story) that you just sit there wondering when the next coincidence will happen, when the next “miracle” will happen – it’s like a Hallmark movie to the nth degree. I gather Mr. Murphy, as in Eddie, doesn’t work that much anymore. It’s a shame – he’s terrific in this and is why I kept watching. It’s an understated performance and despite the treacly writing, he rises above. The film was directed by Bruce Beresford who actually exacerbates all of the script problems times ten, and the sugary score by Mark Isham doesn’t really help matters at all. The other actors are fine, but there’s one character, a friend of the leading lady, who ends up marrying wealth and becoming a snob, that has such cliched writing that you want to just slap the screenwriter silly. It’s also a bit long for its own good.
After, I wrote another couple of pages, did a little research, and then it was time to write these here notes.
Today, I shall really buckle down, Winsocki and get as much writing done early as I possibly can and perhaps make up for not doing as many pages as I’d have liked yesterday. I’ll also eat, hopefully pick up some packages, and just write, write, write. At some point I do have to look at the A Carol Christmas DVD to make sure I’m okay with it being sent to prospective theaters.
Tomorrow will be all writing all the time. Monday I’ll write, then I have a quick meeting at one or thereabouts, and then we have our first Kritzerland rehearsal, although it’s a really late start, like six, due to our young folks being back in school and coming from long distances, but I’m very much looking forward to that. The rest of the week is more of the same.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write, eat, hopefully pick up packages, write, and write. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite movies of Eddie Murphy? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have had a fun coaching session.