Well, dear readers, I am but a mere eight pages from finishing the endless proofing and fixing and fixing and proofing that’s been going on for two weeks now. What a marathon. The last chapter alone took some of Wednesday and by the time I finish, all of yesterday day and evening. I have finally put on some music, Charles Munch doing Tchaikovsky’s Francesca di Rimini, a piece I mostly know from Hitchcock’s Torn Curtain, in a sequence in a theater where the ballet is being done. Obviously, I watched no motion pictures yesterday. I did get seven hours of sleep, had an English muffin and pill, then began the proofing. There were times when I felt like committing Harakiri, or Harry Carey as we kids used to call it. When I’m finally through with it and after her husband and I have gone over some stuff, I may suggest she goes through the final chapter and cut anything that feels superfluous to the story she’s telling, especially as it’s the end and, for me, there are too many detours, most of which don’t really buy us anything as readers. I’m cooling down the house for the fourth time today. I sure would love a little rain for a nice change of pace. Now Munch is doing a nice American symphony by Walter Piston, his sixth – he conducted its world-premiere and this was its first recording. It’s in mono but sounds great. I decided I needed a nice lunch so I had my penne pasta in pink sauce with sausage from Maria’s Kitchen. I’d done an eBlast for A Boy Named Charlie Brown, and orders started coming in right away and there were more than I expected. I’m hoping for even more. Food was great and I took both pill two and the Prednisone. Then I took a break and watched some really irritating YouTube videos, including a high-speed chase. I did watch a bit of a movie called Hot Rod Girl and there were some nice San Fernando Valley shots although I couldn’t really ID anything. Then more proofing, a dessert break for a cookie, then a long telephonic conversation with Miss Crista Moore, then back to proofing and here we are. Cannot wait to do the last eight pages and be done with this.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’m having a one o’clock phoner with the gal’s hubby to go over several things that I’ll then need to finalize, plus looking at his fixes for the final three chapters. I have some pages called out and a handful of things in the last sixty pages highlighted, mostly regarding clarity and/or potential cuts. Over the course of proofing, I have managed to pull out over a thousand words. I’ll go to the mail place and hopefully pick up two important envelopes, I’ll eat something, maybe even do a late afternoon Cheesecake Factory visit, and then I will absolutely watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is a total ME day and woe to anyone who tries to interrupt that. Then next week we’ll be working on the songs for the play I’ll be directing come November – I got the first orchestrated track yesterday and it’s fantastic.
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, have a telephonic call, go to the mail place, eat, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What were your favorite teen movies of the 1950s and 1960s? I rather liked the I Was a Teenage Whatever movies and anything with teen angst, especially Where the Boys Are. And I always enjoyed the Beach Party movies. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, perhaps dreaming I was starring in a motion picture entitled I Was a Teenage Jew.