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March 4, 2020:

WHEN A TV SHOW EATS ITSELF

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Well, dear readers, as I type these here notes our handy-dandy site is down but should be back up shortly since I’ve just alerted the media.  Therefore, I am sitting here like so much fish eating some chocolate covered raisins – no, not figs – raisins – ah, liaisons – sorry, I had a Sondheim moment.  I have said it before, and I have no doubt I will say it again – writing a musical is hard.  Worshipping at the feet of another composer/lyricist is easy, but unless someone finds their own style it’s never going to come out well because weak tea is weak tea.  All that by way of saying I saw a “staged” reading of a “new” musical that I think has been kicking around for a decade or so and based on a story that’s had about six or seven other musicals done, none of which have worked.  So, I’ll just leave it at that.

Yesterday.  What can we say about yesterday?  Well, we can say, for example, that it was yesterday.  Yesterday was yesterday, and there are no two ways about it.  Well, maybe there ARE two ways about it, perhaps even three.  What the HELL am I talking about?  Oh, yes, yesterday.  Well, I did manage to get seven hours of sleep.  Once up, I got coherently coherent and then did a podcast for a podcast about David Cassidy and that was a lot of fun and lasted about an hour.  I’ll share the link when it’s live.  After that, I caught up on stuff, answered a plethora of e-mails, and then I moseyed on over to Stanley’s for a lunch.

Lunch was a lot of fun – I had my beloved garlic chicken pasta with red onions, broccoli, and cashews in a nice cream sauce.  I also had a small Caesar salad that was excellent.  After lunch, I came home and watched the final two episodes of the Twilight Zone.  The first of the two was about as bad as all the others, but the final episode was one of the worst things I’ve ever seen, as if the show had just eaten itself.  I mean, the writing was so bad – I think they call it jumping the shark.  I cannot describe to you the badness.

Then I got an e-mail from Doug Haverty and he’d already done the back cover and spine for the book, along with the dust jacket flaps.  I just had two tiny fixes and he’ll do those and I should be able to get the book to the publisher today at some point.

Then I remembered I had to go see this staged reading thing, so I did my duty and saw it and it was, with the intermission, three hours long.  After that, I came directly home and began writing these here notes but was waylaid by the site being down and having a telephonic conversation.

Today, I can sleep in until eleven if I need to, then I’ll do the usual morning things, I’ll get everything ready to send to the publisher and then I’ll send it, I’ll eat, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, and then I can relax a bit, but also cast the April Kritzerland and start choosing that material.  Then I’ll relax some more and perhaps watch something or other.

The rest of the week is meetings and meals, and then we resume performances of our show on Friday evening – all I know at this point is that I’ll see the Sunday matinee for sure, and at least see the first act on Friday night.  Not sure what the weekend holds, but I think there’s a paperback show I’m supposed to do, signing-wise, but that may, in fact, be the week after – I’m hoping it is, actually.  And then I should start seeing cover proofs and the galley, which I hope I’ll be able to approve quickly.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in until eleven at the latest, do the usual morning things, get everything ready to send to the publisher, and then send it, eat, hopefully pick up packages, cast Kritzerland, and then relax.  Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like.  So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, astonished to see a TV show actually eat itself.

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