Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle having toasted cheese bits. And here I am, having proofed about 118 pages, which leaves maybe 80 pages to go, which is also the title of my next novel. I was sitting on my couch, trying to rest my weary neck and back, watching some horrid sci-fi movie on Prime entitled Journey to the Center of Time. I will admit to snoozing during the forty minutes it was on, although I’m pretty sure it’s about a journey to the center of time. Apparently, it’s a remake of The Time Travelers from 1964. Fascinating to remake a film that came out three years prior to the remake. I can find no evidence that it ever played in Los Angeles – it did play here and there towards the end of 1967, mostly smaller cities in the south. I only got about four-and-a-half-hours of sleep. As you might imagine, I spent a good deal of the day proofing, with interruptions for lunch (Pad Thai), a Zoom thing with David Wechter, that lasted over an hour, a few breaks simply because I could not sit at the computer anymore, a nice telephonic call with Muse Margaret, who liked the three-page thing I added to the book and also liked a couple of other small things I added, so that was good. I will admit to having some ice cream, but it seemed a much smaller amount than usual. I must say, these are some of the most thrilling notes I’ve ever seen. I am riveted. I am mesmerized. I am woman, hear me roar – oh wait. I can’t wait to read the next sentence. As soon as I’m done proofing, I’ll be able to write the usual kinds of notes, like Ab, C, Gb, Db. Now, those are my kind of notes. I feel a song coming on. Not only are these the most thrilling notes since Theda Bara vamped, I, like Theda Bara, am also vamping. What ever happened to Theda Bara? According to publicists back in the day, she was an Egyptian-born woman interested in the occult. That must have been news to her Polish father and Swiss mother, who birthed her not in Egypt but in Cincinnati, Ohio, her real name being Theodosia Burr Goodman. She was Fox’s biggest star between 1915 and 1919 and her career was over in 1926. Her nickname was, of course, The Vamp. Why the HELL am I talking about Theda Bara when I could be talking about Thedy Sue? Anyone here know who Thedy Sue is? One of the great characters created by Mr. Ray Bradbury in his brilliant short story, The Jar, which was made into one of the greatest hour-long shows in TV history, on The Alfred Hitchcock Hour. Collin Wilcox plays Thedy Sue in one of the most amazing performances ever. This was after her brilliant turn as the horrid Mayella Ewell in To Kill a Mockingbird. She was one of my favorites.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll finish proofing, I’ll eat, I’ll have another Zoom thing with David Wechter, and then I need to relax for a couple of days, then I’ll start back up on the project with David Wechter. At some point, I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is dealing with a ton of merde, a lunch meeting on Saturday, and I’m supposed to present and sing at the Robby Awards on Sunday, although I haven’t heard a peep about a rehearsal or anything else.
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, finish proofing, eat, have another Zoom thing, and watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Who were your favorite actresses of the Golden Age of cinema, say from the silents through the 1950s. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to be done with vamping like Theda Bara.