Whenever I start a new romantic comedy, I allow at least a week or so to concoct my characters’ names. (Exception: Elliot Recounte, my male lead in “Much Ado at the Mauna Kea,” cooked and cooked throughout the summer of 2014.)
Meanwhile, I’ve just revised my working title to: “Mostly When I See A Rolls Royce,” (previously: Mostly When I See Rolls Royces.)
I’ve wanted to write this story since 1979 — it’s my first enhanced roman a clef! Set in NYC and surroundings. Late 70’s.
Locations:
East Hampton beach house smack on the ocean
Two bedroom Upper East Side apartment in a pre-war luxury building with doormen and elevator men
Two bedroom West End Avenue ground level bachelor pad
Very quiet 2 1/2 room studio in 1916-built Emily Court, canopied but no doorman, worn down
Short Hills country estate turned bachelor retreat
Interior of 1978 Rolls-Royce
21 Club
Sardi’s
Central Park
Park Avenue, upper 60’s – lower 80’s
Extensive Railroad scenes, LIRR, PATH, N.J. various commuter trains and subways
My four lead characters and a walk-on dog (Everydog)
ABIGAIL MEYER, 26, copywriter/publicist (Abby, Geeba) Dark-eyed, dark-haired, slender, slightly taller than average, somewhat free-spirited
SUSANNA FALWELL, 27, marketing specialist (Suki) “Intelligent” blue eyes, artificial long blonde hair, relatively small, tennis player build
MAXWELL DUNRAVEN, 37, self-employed business writer (Max, Maximus) Blue-eyed, Tom Cruise-like, savvy
ANDRE BLUM, 37, French expat, very successful fashion entrepreneur (Bloomiekins) Short, brown-eyed, alert European underpinnings
And … introducing EVERYDOG! (An unruly long-haired mutt who stole one little girl’s heart and generally stressed out Max and Abby…)
I always need a little music to kick off my silent writing “encampments” ... enter Barry White’s Greatest Hits.
Back in ’08, when I wrote “Seeking Number 20,” my farce about the college admissions race, Barry White’s “Can’t Get Enough of Your Love” glued me to my muse! What a song! Thank you, Mr. White! Thank you, again and again! The lyrics go like this: www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/barrywhite/cantgetenoughofyourlovebabe.html
Excerpt:
My darling, I can’t get enough of your love babe
Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know why
Can’t get enough of your love babe
Oh, some things I can’t get used to
No matter how I try
Just like the more you give, the more I want
And baby, that’s no lie
Oh no, babe
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Can%27t_Get_Enough_of_Your_Love,_Babe (This masterpiece was released in 1975, around the time I moved into my apartment on East 80th St. An easy walk to the 77th St. IRT stop, Ray’s Pizza, the crosstown on 79th Street…and a few much appreciated pals.)
Ready, get set, GO!!!!!
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