I got a tiny little bit done this evening on Moonlight, just a couple of lyrics and some accompaniment for “Dream Land.” I’m in one of those phases where nothing’s coming and I don’t have the focus to make it happen.
In other news, I am extremely disappointed that David Wilson’s new play, John Wallace and the Vampires, is not being performed this Friday night after all. It’s only being performed on Saturday night, and I have a social engagement for then. Dang it.
On the other hand, I now own autographed copies of Curse of the Vampire and Wrath of the Vampire. I went to Scott’s Bookstore this afternoon and had the author all to myself. We chatted about Mrs. Marjorie Hatchett, our drama teacher in high school and a tremendous inspiration to us all, albeit clearly in different ways. David was ebullient and chatted freely about the issues the Grantville Playmakers have been encountering in their creative journey. Shame on the Grantville City Council! And shame on those no-loads who commit to a production with the GPers and then back out at the last minute. I cannot imagine such shoddy behavior.
I have read the first page or two of Wrath of the Vampire, and all I will say is that this roman Ã clef is living up to its predecessor right off the bat. It is everything you think it might be.
My reading of Tolstoy may be interrupted for a while.