Dateline: Above the garage in Portsmouth RI, 5 May 2005
Almost exactly 5 and one-half days after I turn in the final first draft, Warren is sending me the rough cut to view. I gave him 11k, and he's obviously giving me a whole lot less than that, especially since he had me write a bunch more, so I am tingling with anticipation.
Actually not. I had fallen asleep watching VH-1's "I love the 70s" show with Vonne Mei under my arm. I'm up at 0500 tomorrow, or in just over 5 and one-half hours (apparently my theme tonight), so why not stay up late and read a text?
Tomorrow will be an ultimate blink! moment anyway (this self-imposed sense of choosing a house or else!), so why not go furry-eyed?
Actually, I am more than happy to stay up and help Mark on this. His dedication to his craft is really quite amazing. I was watching "American Splendor" today on the treadmill, and other than seeing myself too much in the character (okay, I'm halfway between Harvey Pekar and a "Beautiful Mind"), it reminded me of how "art" tends to torture people. Warren takes his magazine with great seriousness, like a Brett Favre chewing out a training camp-holdout, and who doesn't want an editor with that sort of passion and work ethic.
You want to know why I trust him with the books? This is why.
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