Well, dear readers, my inner clock has informed me that it is time to write these here notes and so here I am, writing these here notes because we simply must listen to our inner clocks because our inner clocks know what’s what. I have no idea what the HELL I’m going on about, but here I am, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, writing these here notes. I told a fib about the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed part, though. There is nothing about my eyes that are bright right now, and my tail has lost its bushy. I hate when that happens. Has your tail ever lost its bushy? It’s tragic, really, but let’s not dwell on lost bushys. Yesterday was a day of not enough sleep – maybe four hours – a day of UPS frustration, a day of writing as well as an evening of writing, a day of dozing, a day of eating various and sundried foodstuffs, and then more writing. I was up early, answered e-mails, went back to bed and got another hour for a total of four, and got up for good at nine. I called the UPS Store to tell them to look for a larger package or at least have a strong conversation with the driver when he came to deliver. They said they would, but you could tell they just wanted to not deal with it at all. They said they’d call closer to closing time. Of course, they didn’t, so I called them – they hadn’t found the package, and the driver didn’t deliver it yesterday and I should go file a claim. I really wanted to tell them what they should go and do, but I refrained. I called UPS again and got another woman from India. This one looked into things and assured me it was now in the system again and would be delivered on Monday. I told her I still wanted a call about how this happened – she said it had been returned to the hub then put on another truck for Monday delivery. She assured me I’d get a call within the hour. I was assured that the day before and the call never came, and yesterday’s call never came either. So, we’ll have to wait until Monday and hopefully it will actually be delivered then.
I spent ninety minutes futzing and finessing – I really thought I’d hate what I’d written, but it was fine and just needed some smoothing out, some rearranging, some deletions and some additions. Once that was done, I ordered a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich from Paty’s and that arrived very quickly. It was pretty good. Then I wrote two new pages, rewrote them, then wrote two more. I had to take a little break, so I started watching a movie I’d only see the beginning of, a Victor Garber movie about Liberace. I’d seen all of the one where Michael Douglas played Liberace but hadn’t liked that one much. Douglas had to work too hard and while he had the voice down okay, for me he just wasn’t believable. This other movie, which I gather was made for cable, has a screenplay by Gavin Lambert, a very good writer, and Victor Garber makes a much more believable Liberace. But I kept dozing off and dozing off, so I shut it off and wrote a couple more pages. For evening food, I ordered a single “slider” from Dave’s Hot Chicken, and it came very fast, too. It was okay. Then I really buckled down, Winsocki, finished the chapter I was on and wrote a few more pages – ten so far – and I’ll definitely do at least two more, although I’ll try to do the five I’d like to do before going to bed.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll go out to get some food rather than order in, I’ll do a quick ATM run, I’ll futz and finesse, I’ll write new pages, I’ll eat, write, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I’m hoping I can send Muse Margaret the first 100 pages of the new book. Otherwise, hopefully my errant and truant package will arrive, I’ll call the open MRI place and tell them to check and make sure my insurance will cover everything, but mainly I’ll write. Tuesday is writing and then at eight in the evening we have our first casting session. We shall see how that goes. The rest of the week is more writing and doing whatever needs doing.
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, futz and finesse, write new pages, do an ATM run, get some food to bring home, eat, write more, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, after which I hope I’ll be once again, bright-eyed and that my tail will have found its bushy.