Capricorn 19° (January 9)
Why do I so often come up bits of writing that I remember getting down on paper with the intention of making it so clear to myself only to stare at the paper blankly usually totally unclear as to what it is I wanted to say to myself. Case in point I come up something that I think is championing the notion that we could both be “writer-speakers”, me on my Blague trip and she on her Baroness trip and quite easily do some storytelling.
The “branding of the Blague” if you will is predicated on the notion that things often do seem to sparkle with some kind of stardust that is sprinked on experience, if not punctuating it, and in the extreme causing some major synchronicities. Like the other night for the first time ever in my life I called Stella “Moose” as a pretend would-be nickname (just taking the piss and trying to tease and make her laugh). Then I turned on TCM which was showing “Pillow Talk” in hopes it would make us sleepy. We both closed our eyes while on low volume Rock Hudson was pretending to Tony Randall that the woman he was with was also some kind of beast (she wasn’t, she was Doris Day whom he fancied) and he called her a Moose. We were both like WHAT?
Anyway I was talking about taking stock of existing monologues and see if we couldn’t Sedaris this shit.
Typos happen—I don’t have time or an intern to edit.*
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Typos happen—I don’t have time or an intern to edit.*
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