that was the name of one of those 80’s movies. kind of cute movie starring jill clayburg & burt reynolds.
movie poster had her biting his ear, i think. & this blog post has absolutely nothing to do with that.
i have some great news.
if you’re thinking i’m going to say the painting juliana audio book is ready — hell, no. i was hoping christmas. nope. end of school? not yet.
bummer, right?
imagine me in the recording booth. it is a blast! i mean, who could read juliana but me?
when i flub a word or hate the way i say a line — the wrong inflection in my voice, or whatever — well, i find myself saying this a lot:
“CUT!”
after listening to the recordings, there’d still be edits to make. i’m not sure what was wrong with me, but one day, i’m telling you, i sounded like a complete bitch, which clearly wouldn’t work.
when i had to re-record the entire chapter, I reminded myself of what my dad would say:
it was easy, martha, everybody would be doing it.
but, why’s it taking so long, you wonder?
well, there’s my producer. his name’s nacho. short for ignacio, & i promise he wouldn’t mind me throwing him under the bus.
nacho is so freaking busy, it’s ridiculous.
he plays in 3 bands. heavy metal, brown grass (like blue grass, but trashier) & punk, or, maybe it’s cool jazz — i forget.
he’s worth it because he does incredible work & he’s a genius.
no, i mean, the real kind.
just when i thought we were about to pick up the pace, he got a job as the night desk clerk @ a marriott in town.
i love him to death, but i was like, seriously?
deep, calm, cleansing yoga breath.
if it was easy, martha, everybody would be doing it, I remind myself.
things happen for a reason, so chill out, i say under my breath.
good things are worth waiting for, but ……
aaaaaaa-aaaaaackkkkkkkkkk!
so, back to the name of this blog post — I’M STARTING OVER, RIGHT?
relax. not the audio book! merciful heavens, no!
i’ve started a new book.
that’s right — a new FREAKING BOOK, like the real-deal, hardback.
the kind you can hold in your hands with pages made of paper that just smell so damn good.
i’m tired of people saying, martha, are you working on anything new? & me saying, oh, yeah — totally, when i’m primarily writing the book in my head.
or, wasting time doing a blog post.
don’t take it personally. I love talking to you, but blogging does make me feel guilty.
when the book-words really start flowing, like they did yesterday, i kind of think of it like throwing up.
i know that sounds gross, but when it happens, i can’t write fast enough.
i also write in longhand. on a yellow pad.
archaic? maybe, but there’s something about that process of the words traveling from my brain, down my neck, shoulder, my arm, until they reach the pencil in my fingers that works for me.
there’s a woman i’m working with. some brainy phd psychologist who’s helping me with some research on night terrors for the book.
(that’s part of what the book’s about. ssssshhhhhhh!)
anyway, i was writing her this email, & the ricocheting ideas — well, my head was like a pinball machine.
so, that’s all. just wanted to share & just let you know it’s coming great.
i’ll work as fast as i can.
TTFN — ta-ta for now!
being martha louise hunter 