Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry because it’s getting late and I must arise early for a telephonic meeting and then getting to the storage facility by eleven. So, let’s just cut to the chase, shall we and say that I could not fall asleep last night and didn’t until seven in the morning, after which I slept until almost three, so around eight hours of sleep but the entire day was practically gone, and I’d done not a single damn thing. So, I got coherent quickly, got the great news of a major miracle, so that was fantastically fantastic and a stress reliever, then I ordered a burger and onion rings via DoorDash and began futzing and finessing, which took me a whopping ninety minutes because I made many fixes, additions and deletions and smoothing stuff out and most importantly, adding three new pages to what I’d written. Whilst doing so, the burger and onion rings arrived, not exactly hot but not exactly cold, which is odd since the burger jernt is less than five minutes from here. But it was okay and I ate it and the handful of onion rings whilst doing the futzing and finessing. Since I’d added three pages, that meant that if I wanted to achieve fifteen pages I had twelve to go – with this book, for reasons you’ll understand when you read it, twelve is a LOT of pages when it’s already close to five o’clock, but I buckled down, Winsocki and wrote seven pages in about two hours at which point I simply had to take a break.
I watched the first hour of a two-and-a-half-hour movie entitled The Rainmaker, starring Matt Damon, Danny DeVito, and Jon Voight, directed by Francis Ford Coppola from a novel by John Grisham. I’d only seen it once before, probably over fifteen years ago and remembered little about it, but I have to say it’s pretty terrific and perhaps Mr. Coppola should have done work for hire more often. It also has a wonderful score by Elmer Bernstein and today’s directors and composers should be forced to listen to it and learn what film music is actually supposed to do – what a pleasure it is hearing a real film score.
At around ten, I wrote another five pages and that was fifteen new pages and hopefully I’ll actually like some of them, although towards the end I got one of those incredible gifts of inspiration that just show up out of the blue and drop in your lap and it was just so right and so much fun to implement. That was a golden gift from heaven above. Then I had to get right to work writing these here notes, and I’d like to finish the movie, but I still have almost an hour to go, so we’ll see. If I can wrap these up in the next ten minutes, I might have a shot.
Today, I’ll be up by nine and do whatever futzing and finessing I can until this telephonic meeting at ten – that should be fairly brief, and then I’ll mosey on over to the storage place for the Kritzerland stuff, where I’ll meet the helper and we’ll try to find the stuff she hasn’t been able to find but that has to be there somewhere. I’m hoping we can get that done in less than two hours or even less than an hour, which would be even better, then I’ll come right home, finish futzing and finessing, and then write new pages. I’ll eat something light but fun, take breaks every now and then, but mostly I’ll be trying to get fifteen pages done, because that seems to be working for me. With other books, there are days when I’ll go above that and do twenty or so, but I don’t think that’ll happen with this one. I’ll call the mail place to see if there’s anything to pick up and then at some point, I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is more of the same, Saturday I have a work session at ten in the morning for the Kritzerland show – that’ll probably take an hour or so, and then I’ll write and do whatever needs doing, including making a show order and getting the commentary done. Then on Monday, we have our first Kritzerland rehearsal in the afternoon with all our talented kids. We have our second rehearsal on Friday, a stumble-through on Saturday, a potential extra performance that evening, and then our regular show on Sunday. I’ll make the decision about Saturday as soon as I know the number of reservations.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by nine, futz and finesse a little, have a telephonic meeting at ten, go to storage to hunt for things that are hopefully there, come home, finish futzing and finessing, write new pages, eat, write, and watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite films of Matt Damon and Francis Ford Coppola? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that a major miracle arrived in the nick of time.