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November 14, 2007
TT: This is Terry, Louis!
I put my Louis Armstrong biography aside in order to get married, and yesterday I took it up again in earnest--a good thing, too, since I'm having lunch with my editor tomorrow and have promised to deliver the manuscript to Harcourt next February.
As usual, I'm floundering in a sea of distractions, many of which have to do with the stagehands' strike that has shut down most of Broadway and...er...fouled up my schedule beyond recognition. Among other things, I spent a chunk of time talking to a producer about a strike-related TV appearance that never happened (though it could take place tonight--watch this space for details). I also saw an off-Broadway show in the evening and fielded a day-long series of phone calls from Smalltown, U.S.A., where my mother underwent cataract surgery in the morning (she's fine, thanks).
In between all these events, I worked at getting myself back up to speed on Armstrong in the Thirties, and by bedtime I was ready to start piling up words again. Today I roll up my sleeves and resume work on the seventh chapter, in which Satchmo runs afoul of a Chicago gangster and heads for the hills.
More later, but I can already tell you that it's awfully nice to be writing a book again.
Posted November 14, 2007 12:00 AM
