Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to pretty music whilst thinking about many things and pondering the imponderables, which right now are frankly imponderable. What imponderables I’m pondering will have to wait for another day, probably tomorrow. But for now, I must mush on and write these here notes, just as I had to mush on earlier and keep writing book pages.
I got seven hours of sleep, got up, answered e-mails, printed out some orders, did a few things that needed doing, and then I spent quite a lot of time futzing and finessing. I made lots of little fixes, added, subtracted, and then wrote a couple of new pages. I had some telephonic calls, then it was time for my haircut.
After the haircut, I came home and decided to satisfy my pizza craving. I’d read nice things about a local pizzeria that’s just two blocks from here, so I drove over there and got some slices with pepperoni. I came home and ate them all up. I think these slices had been sitting there for a while, which is usually the case with slices unless a fresh pie has come out of the oven. They tout that they’re New York pizza, but I’ve had New York pizza and this isn’t that. This was okay at best, but for me it’s all in the sauce – if the sauce isn’t perfect and the right amount then the pizza fails. Dino’s, which I rave on about, always gets the amount right and their sauce is perfection. So, this was a disappointment and I don’t really need to go back there.
Then I wrote about six or seven pages, and then I needed a break so I sat on my couch like so much fish.
I began watching the second episode of some Netflix thing called You, which was really a Lifetime thing that somehow ended up at Netflix. I’d watched the first episode the night before. The plot is interesting so far, but the dialogue is stinky bad, constantly trying to be hip but always ending up cliched. The two lead actors are fine and I’ll stick with it for a bit. About ten minutes into the episode I got a telephone call I wish I hadn’t gotten. It put me in a funk, I had to take a break from You and writing, but I knew the only way to combat the funk was to write, so I did about eight more pages, which was really helpful. And I finished the episode.
After that, I just sat here listening to music and thinking about so many things.
Today I have a meeting at eleven-thirty, then I’ll hopefully pick up packages (never got to the mail place yesterday), then I’m meeting up with someone at two-thirty, and of course I’ll futz and finesse, write, take breaks, write, and then relax.
Tomorrow we have a rehearsal for the upcoming concert, I’ll write, and then I have an early dinner, after which I’ll write some more. If I haven’t finished the book, then the writing will continue on Sunday until I’m done. I have about forty pages to go, maybe a bit more, but my tendency is to just plow forth at the end and I normally end up writing twenty to twenty-five pages on that final day of writing. Next week we prepare for the concert, with a few rehearsals and I have to revise a lot of patter for it. And there’ll be meetings and meals and I also want to get a jump on the March Kritzerland.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, have a meeting, hopefully pick up packages, futz and finesse, write new pages, meet up with someone, write, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/Blu and Ray player? I’ll start – I have no idea. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I’m sure I will continue to ponder the imponderables that are imponderable.