Here’s the latest update! I’ve been up to my eyeballs in revisions on my little memoir, “Surviving Hollywood North – Crew Confessions of an Insider.” Oh, nothing too major, but still time-consuming.
Memoir
Time Capsule 1962
Fifty-four years ago, in 1962, I came of age. Not just because I graduated from high school at the tender age of 16. And not because I shortly afterward landed my first job. (Prudential Assurance, corner of Dorchester and University.)
Summer in the City – Six Decades Ago
Ah, the innocent ’50s!
Book Progress Report #6
Hi dear readers! So, as I mentioned a couple of weeks ago in my last report, I finished writing my book. Since then I’ve rewritten chapter headings and the title itself, and did a proofreading pass through it, plus edited bits that needed it along the way. I also added some photos to the Appendix. By the way, the book is now called (drum roll):
Book Progress Report #3
Phew! I’m proud to report that I’ve reached 26,550 words on my book, Our Driver Has No Car: Tales From the Trenches of Hollywood North. I’m very pleased with myself, as I doubled my output over last week. Since I only write on one weekend day, I’m happy!
Spelling, back in the day
I was always a pretty good speller. I would see the word once, in my school book or a library book, and somehow it was burned in my memory.
Dating 2.0…
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“True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.”
– François de la Rochefoucauld (1613-1680)
Dating. After my marriage ended, this was a whole new concept to me, having been with only one person since the age of 17 until we split when I was 30. I spent a year or two mourning the loss of a partner, and then, in 1977, BANG! I was ready-set-go to find a new one.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 