Well, dear readers, Muse Margaret read the new batch of pages and she loved them as much as she had the first batch, which was a lot. No notes at all and that is just what I needed and hoped to hear. She’s also finding it funny, which makes me happy, too. So, onward we go. I think I can get the rest of the book done in the next one hundred pages or so. Otherwise, it was a day just like all the other days I’ve had since January 1. I only got six hours of sleep – didn’t fall asleep until six in the morning. Once up, I answered e-mails, and then began futzing and finessing. I added a few things, smoothed out more things, and then sent the batch of pages off to Muse Margaret. Once that was done, I decided on pasta again, since I had everything here to make it. No protein this time, but penne pasta in pink sauce with sauteed red onions. It came out really well. I made slightly less than I normally do, so I wasn’t quite as full as I usually am. After that I wrote three new pages, zoned out on the couch for a while, had the Muse Margaret call, which perked me right up, wrote six more pages, and will do a few more after posting these here notes. I tried, oh, yes, I tried to watch something. I started to watch something with Asia Argento and Michael Madsen, but it was awful. I think I started to watch something else. Who remembers? I had some crackers. That was fun. I guess that’s what happens when Monday is a holiday and nothing’s really going on. I think Cole Porter put it best – fighting vainly the old ennui. The new ennui isn’t worth fighting, just the old ennui. There are times I’d like to strangle the old ennui but then I feel the old ennui and I can’t be bothered. I have no idea what the HELL I’m talking about, do you? Are you fighting vainly the old ennui? Does anyone still wear a hat? Does anyone still make fried clams? Does the high tide ever come down from the high tide and if so, is that called ebb tide? Does the low tide ever get high and become the high tide? Does anyone eat marshmallows any more – I mean right out of the bag? These are the questions that are roaming around the windmills of my mind. Oh wait – I remember the other thing I tried to watch – Rock-a-Bye Baby, starring Jerry Lewis and introducing Miss Connie Stevens, written and directed by Frank Tashlin in VistaVision and Technicolor. I had no idea that this movie was a remake of Preston Sturges’ The Miracle of Morgan’s Creek. I saw it when it came out, of course. Maybe I’ll try to finish it.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll futz and finesse, write new pages, check with the mail place to see if there’s mail, figure out the food o’ the day, eat the food o’ the day, write new pages, take breaks, write more new pages, then watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same, with perhaps a meeting and meal at some point, but mostly writing, writing, and more writing.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever needs doing, futz and finesse, write new pages, check with the mail place, figure out the food o’ the day and then eat it, take breaks, write new pages, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What were your favorite Jerry Lewis movies when you were a kid, and do you still like any now? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that the Muse was amused and happy.