Monday, June 21
Sunny and beautiful
I am so tired I’m practically walking into walls.
Not only do I eavesdrop, I stare at people’s books. What’s so exciting is the wide variety of reading material and the fact that few people in the New York area venture out without something the read. Whereas I never saw anyone hold a book much less read one in Houston, here the majority of people carry several.
Originally, BTP was supposed to be a one act, between Anna (the Patriot woman) and Stephen (the redcoat). However, it’s become important for Henry (Anna’s husband, who participates in the Boston Tea Party) to appear at the end of the section between Anna and Stephen. I want to explore the dynamic between Anna and Stephen, and then between Anna, Stephen and Henry, and then have Stephen leave and show the problems between Anna and Henry. Too bad the research book I’ve been reading about the Tea Party is so dry – some interesting political information, but still, the facts are presented lifelessly.
On my way in to the theatre on Saturday, I stopped in at Coliseum Books and picked up some of the books I wanted: Tim Page’s biography of Dawn Powell, his volume of her selected letters and All That Makes a Man: Love and Ambition in the Civil War South, which I thought would be helpful for The Widow’s Chamber and beyond. All from the remainder table. I haunt remainder tables.
Trailing the show was fine. Enough changed since I originally learned the track so that it would have been a problem for me to go in cold.
I had dinner with a friend on the show, and we went to a lovely little Afghan restaurant on Ninth Avenue. It was delicious, and we got a chance to catch up on our lives. He’s been doing a lot of work to change the things in his life that cause him pain and I applaud him for that.
The evening show was fine, although the basket ballet confuses me. There are times when I swap unmarked baskets for other unmarked baskets, and I’m wondering why I can’t keep my original unmarked baskets. However, I’m the swing, and it’s my job to preserve the track as created, not change it. So I do. And the principal I dressed is such a lovely woman (not to mention a terrific actress) that working with her is a pleasure.
Got home late, too tired to work, played with the cats and fell into bed. Got a copy of a magazine for which I wrote – but still no check.
Woke up on Sunday, morning chores (the dishes need to be done, the cats need to be fed, the litter boxes cleaned, no matter how busy it gets). Checked the race results, and rewrote and sent off “No Sure Things” for FemmeFan.
Caught the 10 AM train. Decided Andrew Jackson needed a rest, so took the Dawn Powell bio instead. I’m a big fan of her work. I have all her New York novels. They’re in storage – big surprise. I haven’t read her Ohio novels yet, but her biography makes me want to. I’ve read her diaries, and her thoughts, feelings, and experiences speak strongly to me. I feel she’s very underrated. Most people don’t understand that you can be sharply satiric yet still love your characters. That’s what she does.
The actress and I did a photo shoot with Amy Arbus in the early afternoon. She is Diane and Alan Arbus’s daughter. Her photography is exquisite, and she’s a lovely, lively, creative person. What a treat, to get to spend time with an artist who’s organized, creative, personable, focused, and friendly. There’s no falseness about her at all. I can’t wait for the book to come out – I definitely want a copy. What could have been stressful before a matinee turned out to be a lovely experience.
When we got back, I had to rush around doing my preset, but two other friends on the show had hung everything up for me, and all I had to do was organize it, which saved me about twenty minutes. The matinee went well, and then a group of us went to the Algonquin for drinks.
Can you imagine seven lively, interesting women having cocktails in the lobby of the Algonquin? It was fun. A great way to celebrate the Summer Solstice. We had a great time, chatting, catching up. There was some shop talk, but plenty of other subjects on which to range. Two of the women and I made a date to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in two weeks – there are two exhibits we’re all interested in, and if we don’t set a date, the weeks will fly by, the exhibits will close, and we will have missed them. So we set July 8 as our date. We’ll meet in the morning, wander around, have lunch in the sculpture garden, wander some more, and then come to the show.
I caught the 9:40 home, but was too tired to do more than chores.
Overslept this morning, stumbled around doing the morning chores. Drove to White Plains to Target. Actually, my first stop was at the bookstore, where I haunted the remainder shelves. I found a biography of Abigail Adams I’ve wanted for awhile, Dear Friend, and picked up a book on dragons and an encyclopedia of Feng Shui. That means my trip to Coliseum tomorrow only requires the Jefferson book, the John Paul Jones bio and the book about Hay-on-Wye.
It was such a gorgeous day, I wanted to play hooky and just drive around, but since this week I only have one day off, I had to be productive.
After the bookshop, it was Target for more storage bins and a new air conditioner. I actually need to buy two, but I only bought one today. And it was so heavy, and suddenly I was so wiped out that I left it in the trunk of the car.
I still had money in the meter, so I popped into Filene’s Basement. I tried on a few things, but only bought one shirt – a gorgeous navy and gray striped shirt, at 80% off.
Grocery store and wine store on the way home, then fell asleep for most of the afternoon. When it’s too difficult to formulate simple sentence structures in speech, it’s not going to happen on the page. Might as well sleep.
Checked out some houses online – found a few possibilities. I like looking online, because then I can eliminate some from the list, and don’t have to waste time onsite. I can only go and visit the ones I really think I’m interested in. I think it makes more sense to stay in NY State than to move to Plymouth right now. Maybe a Plymouth move in ten years or so. Although, once I buy a house, I’ll probably stay for good. I hate moving, and I’ve done enough of it over the years.
Polished one of the articles for N2arts, then wrote and revised the second and got both off. Sent off article ideas to my editor at Llewellyn.
My editor at Keep It Coming sent me my schedule for the serials, and, even though I’m behind where I want to be, I’m still ahead of what she needs for publications. So I can work steadily, but not stress.
If I don’t do laundry soon, it’s going to get a little scary around here.
One of my Dearly Beloved Friends, who lives in California, is upset that my cell phone’s not working (I have to order a new battery). He’s convinced I’ll be in the midst of a biochemical terrorist attack and he won’t be able to reach me. I tried to explain that if that happens, I won’t be using my cell phone because I’ll be busy doing things like breathing, but the fact that he can’t reach me whenever he wants has him all in a tizzy. The fact that I hardly ever answer my phone is a minor detail.
I’m ready to go back to bed. But there’s still an interview to do with Honolulu and serials to be written.
And I have to be on an early train tomorrow.
Still no check from the magazine.