Today’s postings are merely an aberration. I wrote until…when? Midnight? Two in the morning? I forget. But I got a whole lot of work done on the Balanchine book yesterday, and I mean to get still more done today. Only I have a guest coming at one o’clock, followed by a matinee at two, and the idea of trying to write between now and then is, shall we say, repellent. Repugnant. Revolting. Maybe even rebarbative. So I decided to post a few quick items instead, knowing that you’ve all been missing me.
Nothing more will be forthcoming today, except for (I hope) the rest of Chapter Four. And yes, I may post a snippet or two of the book, but not while it’s still piping hot. It needs to cool down a bit, and so do I.
(The very next thing I’ll be writing, incidentally, is a character sketch of Jerome Robbins. That ought to be fun.)
Anyway, it’s time for peanut butter and jelly, after which I’ll take a shower and prepare to give my guest a tour of the Teachout Museum. Then we’ll go hear Barbara Cook at Lincoln Center. Then it’s back to work.
See you Monday.