I was just loading up tonight’s entry here, and caught sight of last night’s.
I am still buzzing from how good the script was in The Apartment. Insanely good. People talked, for the most part, like they do today. Today, you could hear someone witty come up with “well, that’s the way it crumbles, cooke-wise.” Little funny play on a turn of phrase like that. Genius.
Just genius.
Billy Wilder: I don’t know why I haven’t done a deep dive into your work before. I certainly am now.
I’m also buzzing still from my first meeting with my editor/mentor Jay. We talked this morning, and I can tell just from speaking with him that my confidence in my writing is going to make a recovery, and together we are going to figure out this fucking second book.
I felt so much more positive even just going into that meeting. It was a relief.
Never give up.
Never surrender.
I am also wiiiiiped the fuck out right now. It’s early. An hour early. And I’m ready for bed.
A’s are probably going to lose now to the Rays, but cest la vie.
Good night!