Wow!!
So not only did I sleep for EIGHT uninterrupted hours last night, I woke up completely rested and happy today.
There is no snow outside. No high winds. No rain. The SUN is expected to put in an appearance within an hour.
No repairmen are scheduled for today. And as much as I miss the service guys at the Honda dealership —
— I don’t have to go back there until tomorrow morning (3rd trip there this week!).
And this is one of the reasons why I love myself so much: I got an alert from my iPhone calendar today that I had an appointment to get non-essential bloodwork done very early this morning in the next county (40 miles from me). I had forgotten to delete the alert when I CANCELLED the appointment a couple of weeks ago!! YAY!!! Let them do their own non-essential bloodwork….
So, here I sit at my paltop (my laptop, which, apparently, I subconsciously consider to be one of my pals…), with NOTHING ahead of me today except complete the word-by-word final check of the final proof for my novel, The Curse of Our Profound Disorder!!
What a relief, gang. A whole day to spend totally on my own writing for a change.
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And as far as my upcoming year — it just gets busier. But with good stuff. But still, I have to figure out if I can make it to the Lammy Awards in NYC on June 12th. The ticket to attend is a little pricey. But if there’s a chance I can stay at Sandra’s NYC apartment, and maybe just drive to her house in Rhinebeck, park there, hop the train into Manhattan — it gets a lot more manageable, moneywise. We shall see.
Tomorrow, after my trip back to Honda, and after my shift with my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man, I’m taking another webinar at Stage 32. This one — FREE!– the breakdown of the script for the streamer series, “Heated Rivalry”. Hosted by the showrunner, Anna Henry. (Just prepping for the TV series proposal with Sandra.)
And I also signed up for a non-free webinar on Sunday April 12th, “Creating Cinematic Fiction”, for novelists who want to write screenplays.
I already know how to write a screenplay, but I just want to make sure they haven’t changed anything unexpected, etc. As you probably know, scripted storytelling these days has changed a lot, even over the last few years.
But this is another reason why I love myself so much: I put in a request at the Agency to see if I could possibly just get that whole day off, just so I can focus on the webinar, and not be out there driving 60 miles, etc. This morning they replied and said YES!! Yay!!
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And here’s something exciting!!
I got on the scale last evening and it seems that the HUGE amount of stress I was under since Friday caused me to lose SIX unnecessary POUNDS!!! Yay!!
And then next Thursday, at 4PM, I’m joining a zoom meeting from the Dramatist Guild about legal stuff for playwrights.
I have no clue yet if I have workmen (i.e. roofers) coming next Thursday yet or not. But we shall play it by ear.
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Okay!!
Here’s this!!
2 beautiful posts from Keith, wishing his daughter Theodora a happy birthday yesterday!
And Theodora’s sister, Alexandra, also wished her a Happy Birthday yesterday, too — twice. BUT!!!! In one of them, she seems to be saying that the Blonde Teddy is expecting another baby!!!! (She had a little boy last year.)
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And here’s this.
You can now pre-order 2 new prints from Ronnie Wood!
$650 each. The link is HERE.
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And here’s this!
Keith and Charlie at Keith’s legendary villa in the South of France, 1971:
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Okay!
And here’s this! A new film about Franz Kafka!!
If you are new to the blog, I absolutely love Franz Kafka. Not just his writing, but the man himself. I love him with, like, all my being.
And back in 1984, after having read his posthumous collection of Letters to Milena (a woman he loved dearly, but he was intensely neurotic, to put it mildly), I wrote a poem about it and gave it to my grandma as a gift.
Below are both the poem I wrote, and the explanation behind it. From my Instagram account, several years ago:
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And last but not least!!
In my FREE time, I have been reading Richard Hell’s autobiography from 2013, I Dreamed I was a Very Clean Tramp.
It is so good. Even though he is 10 years older than me and from Kentucky, there is so much about his childhood and then his early days in NYC that I relate to so much. Some of it is absolutely uncanny.
Anyway. I posted a few weeks back that he has lived in the same apartment on E.12th Street in NYC for over 50 years (a half a block from where I used to live, about 40 years ago). And he now has a TON of books in that apartment.
Here’s a little more about all that (from a few days ago):
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And I believe that is finally it for now!!
I am going to get back to re-reading my novel with my editor’s cap firmly in place on my wee bonny white-haired head!
Enjoy your Thursday, wherever you are in the world, gang.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!!
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I leave you with this!
During that really intense weekend stuff, when freezing winds were in high gear along with my PTSD and the power was out and I had to get into my car and drive to my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man’s house, hoping he was okay alone there in the wind storm (he was)–
The minute I got in my car, this song suddenly came on for no apparent reason!!
You will have to read my almost-in-progress memoir, Joy: The Shortest Season, about my life in the 1970s, to get the full story behind what this song meant to me back then.
I took it as an incredibly good sign that somehow I was going to keep it all together (I did). (And the sun is indeed here now, btw.)
The Beatles/George Harrison, “Here Comes the Sun”, from Abbey Road, 1969. Enjoy, gang.
“Here Comes The Sun”
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
It’s all right
It’s all right
c – 1969 George Harrison









































































