|Scene one (there is only one), take 2742, roll ( no “roll” in digital), date Aug. 1, production company (moi meme), director (no one although My Reason For Living In France seems to want the position. . .), camerawoman (Regine), sound (I hope so).|
Just back from Paris. Another gorgeous day. Now I must get down to work.
Rizzoli has asked me to do a video in which I talk about my book. I presume the idea is to prove that I can orally put a series of words together wherein the noun and the verb agree and all adjectives, adverbs and prepositional phrases are properly placed. I imagine they would hold it against me if there were lots of prolonged ahhhhhhs.
I suppose too, they want to hear my voice to ascertain whether I make a listener cringe and click off before I have finished my 60 to 90 second “production.”
Unfortunately, I’m also assuming that they want to see what I look like which has led me to my friend Mr. Google for camera ready makeup tips. (The last few times I was on television a professional did my hair and makeup and since we were having so much fun I really didn’t pay attention except I felt my lipstick was too dark. She assured me it wasn’t. I hate dark lipstick on me.)
|I can’t believe it. A perfect long, black turtleneck sweater is off limits. How can that be possible?|
One of my best friends, a television regular, told me I mustn’t wear black. As you know, black is my favorite color, the one that makes me feel safe and secure. I’ve been rummaging in my closet for midnight navies, but it’s difficult to see the difference between the two tones even with all the lights on. My closets are basically big, black abysses.
My next project is to write a little “script” for myself so I stay on message and keep my monkey brain in check.
That’s what I shall do now. So, I shall say au revoir until tomorrow when I have some nifty new products to show you.