Well, dear readers, let us begin these here notes with the most interesting and fun thing that happened yesterday, shall we? Oh, I got up – that was interesting and fun, but only had six hours of sleep, maybe even a bit less. I had a turkey sandwich and that was interesting and fun. About three hours before I got up at eleven, the power must have gone out for a few seconds – actually, I don’t know how long – and I’m pretty sure it’s because of the work they’re doing on the monstrosity across the street. If I see the DWP out there this morning, I’ll go over there and ask them directly. So, I had to restart the computer and reset the clocks, which was neither interesting nor fun. I didn’t futz and finesse, but instead kept on writing, since I hadn’t done as many pages as I wanted to do. I wrote about three new pages. Then I needed a short break, so I sat on the couch and had a short break, only it wasn’t short because I went out like a light and when I woke up it was six-thirty. Four hours is not brief. I checked my e-mails and thus found the fun and interesting part. It was an e-mail of congratulations from the International Impact Book Awards saying I’d been selected as a winner in the memoir category for Richard and Me – A Supercalifragilistic Friendship. Now, that’s the kind of e-mail one wants to get. I’ll take it. I’m invited to the gala to accept at the end of February – it’s in Phoenix and I think I’d love to go. Like the Daytime Emmys, you have to buy a ticket to attend, but if I can I really would like to go – the flight is very short, I’d just stay overnight, I’d get presented the award onstage, I’d get to thank people, do the red carpet thing, and all that stuff. Anyway, it feels good to win something every now and them, and this is my first ever award for writing a book, so I guess I can say I’m an award-winning author now. Here’s the certificate they sent, but I really am looking forward to the trophy thing they give you.
Isn’t that interesting and fun? So, after a small pastrami sandwich, I celebrated by writing another three pages and I sure would like to write three more before bed, but I also have to get to bed early, thanks to the early arrival of she of the Evil Eye. It always times out this way for some reason. Other than all of the above, it was a day that went by pretty quickly.
Today, I’ll be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty and I’ll meet Robert Yacko for some breakfast. After that, I’ll do a couple of errands and whatnot, then come home, futz and finesse, write new pages, then mosey on over to the theater for a run-through and then detail work. After that, I’ll come home and write more pages.
Tommorrow is more of all that and so is Thursday and I hope to be able to send pages to Muse Margaret by end of Thursday or Friday at the latest. Friday, we dry tech at noon, then do a run-through at seven with a light-over. Saturday is a cue to cue, photo call, and then run-through and, if time, addressing any problems. Sunday is a complete dress/tech run followed by a second one. Monday we’re off, Tuesday is an invited dress, Wednesday and Thursday are previews, and Friday we open this puppy. Sunday there’s a talkback.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty, breakfast, do errands and whatnot, futz and finesse, write new pages, do a run-through, come home, and write more new pages. Today’s topic of discussion: Book titles are almost as important as the book itself. What are your all-time favorite book titles and why? I will always love To Kill a Mockinbird and Lord of the Flies as titles. I love the titles of Cornell Woolrich’s mysteries because they’re so evocative: The Bride Wore Black, The Black Angel, The Black Curtain, The Black Path of Fear, Black Alibi, Phantom Lady, The Night Has a Thousand Eyes, I Married a Dead Man, and many others like that. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, so happy to be an award-winning author.