Last night I went to visit with my high school chum Felice - who came with me and my sister to BK's final show of DECEIT, and who played the Goatseller in WORLD OF SHOLEM ALECHEM (sp?) with Bruce.
We had decided to get together once a week to write on a new project of mine... I hope the "group" will grow... think "Chorus Line"...
She has a great, wonderful, marvelous, HUGE dawg named Zorro - when he stands on his hind legs and puts his paws on my shoulders, he towers over me. That's a big puppy boy!
I had a swell evening - Felice has a day job, so I brought dinner -- a huge salad of romaine and mixed baby greens and sauteed mushrooms and artichoke hearts and black olives and tiny pearl tomatoes and the remains of a roast beef from a couple of days ago, and some cheese grated in, and scallions and basil. Then we looked through her Chinese apothecary's chest at all her treasures, some of which i remember from 11th grade.
And finally, we set to work. Nothing really earthshaking, but a few good phrases from both of us... doesn't matter. I'm willing to sit down with a pen and write absolute crap, day after day, on the off chance that something magical may come while I'm sitting there, moving my hand. Suit up and show up. All you can do is all you can do.