Well, dear readers, despite many, many distractions, I did manage to write sixteen pages and may try to finish four more after I write these here notes, if I’m so inspired, which I hope I will be. Perhaps some music would be helpful. I put on H.B. Barnum’s instrumental version of the Broadway show Golden Boy, an LP transfer due to it never being available on compact disc, at least to my knowledge. And I did take a movie break earlier because I needed a break. The movie was entitled Postcards from the Edge and it was on HBO-Max. I’d only seen it once before. I like it but don’t feel it ever quite makes it to being great, despite Mike Nichols at the helm and excellent performances from everyone, but especially Meryl Streep and Shirley MacLaine, playing thinly veiled versions of Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds. There are laugh out loud moments, of course, and it all moves along at a steady clip, but, for me, there’s just something slightly off about it. Still, a very enjoyable hour and forty-five minutes and a nice, needed break.
Yesterday was a day of distractions. I only got about five hours of sleep, I think, and was up at nine so I’d be ready for the ten o’clock telephonic call that never came because the caller was calling a number I haven’t had for five years. So, that call will happen today at noon and I’m here to tell you it will be brief. I then moseyed on over to the storage place and found all the titles that couldn’t be found save for one, so that was good. That took almost two hours of the day.
I then came home, ordered two tacos from the local Mexican jernt I like, they arrived not too long thereafter and I ate them up along with the Mexican rice that came with it. Then I finally began futzing and finessing the previous day’s fifteen pages and it took even longer than the epic ninety minutes that the previous futzing and finessing had taken, close to two hours. Lots of adjustments, additions, deletions, moving a major sequence to a little later, and that kind of thing. Then I wrote about three or four new pages and took the needed movie break
After the needed movie break, I wrote for the next three hours without stopping, save for a shower break. And I got thirteen more pages done. As always, I have no idea if they’re good or bad but hopefully they’re good. I do know there are some fun things in the sixteen pages. If I do finish the other four, I’ll be at ninety pages, which is pretty good, and when I reach 100 pages I’ll then send those pages to Muse Margaret and pray that she likes them and finds them interesting. I also had to stop and listen to a song mix and there was something I wasn’t happy with, so Marshall Harvey had to search for an alternate take, which he found quickly, so that will get edited into the mix. And now, I’m having some Campbell’s cream of mushroom soup as I write these here notes.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven, I’ll futz and finesse, have a brief telephonic conversation, write new pages, make a quick deposit in the ATM, come right back, eat, write more pages and when I hit page 100 that will probably be it for the day. Then I can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I’ll futz and finesse and then send the first 100 pages to Muse Margaret. I’ll continue writing until I hear back from her. I also have a couple of things to catch up on, and of course, in the morning I have a work session for next week’s Kritzerland show. Sunday is writing, then next week is both writing and having our first rehearsal for the Kritzerland show on Monday, the second on Friday, a stumble-through on Saturday, a potential performance that evening, and then our sold out show on Sunday.
Well, dear reader, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven, futz and finesse, have a telephonic conversation, write, make a quick ATM deposit, eat, write more pages, then watch, listen, 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 – CD, nothing. Blu-ray, The Groundstar Conspiracy, a cheeseball Universal film with George Peppard, who had no luck in any of his films for Universal. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping I won’t have any distractions that are distracting.