WAM and BEA

I suppose one could accuse me of being quite lazy, as I have not created a new post since April.  Please forgive, I have been quite busy.  So much to do in preparation for my, er, resurrection.

Last week I experienced Manhattan's Little Italy with Mme. Moreno, her agent, Christine Witthohn, and two delightful authors, Michelle Maddow and Colby Marshall.  Of course no one served me any food because no one knew I was there, but there I was, yes, listening in on the stimulating conversation, mouth watering for a cannoli.

And then on Thursday, I tagged along with Mary to Book Expo America, where I was able to ascertain just how competitive the book business is!  Oh, my!  When my book gets published I do hope someone will notice me.  But then, who could fail to notice an 18th Century composer who meddles in the lives of 21st Century musicians?

Right now, Mme. Moreno and I (along with her husband) are relaxing in the Catskills, as she prepares for her next round of editing our manuscript.  And I am contemplating the interview I will be conducting soon with Donna Fletcher Crow, author of the Monastery Murders Series.  Stay tuned for more, my friends.

Revisions, revisions, revisions

Madame Moreno is making edits on her manuscript.  I personally believe it is perfect because she has added so much more of ME to the story and that can only enhance it.  But, she complains, "every time I review the MS I find something that needs changing."

I seldom found this to be true in my own writing.  My compositions were, for the most part, perfect the first time I put pen to paper.  (Yes, my dears, I wrote with a pen, not with an erasable pencil, and certainly not with a computer!)

But then, not everyone is a genius, and some of you must toil in order to achieve greatness.  So toil on, my dear, because I am most anxious to return to earth.

Happy Birthday, Johann

Today we celebrate the birthday of J.S.Bach!  Although I never met the maestro - on earth, that is - he was a tremendous musical influence on me, most especially after I discovered his Well-Tempered Klavier, which improved my counterpoint immensely.   If I weren't hovering between my current home and yours (it does look quite beautiful in New York City this morning), I would be joining the entire Bach family for pastries and baroque dancing this  evening.  As it is, I shall merely hover, and perhaps listen in on one of the many performances of Johann's music that are taking place all over your world today.

Patience

My debut seems to be taking much longer than I had anticipated.  Mme. Moreno is now editing her manuscript, but the good news is, she is giving me an even more prominent role in her story. So I must forgive her for that.  I am a bit miffed, however, that she is occasionally taking time out to write a piano sonata.  Not that I consider her to be competition, but I do wish she'd concentrate on me exclusively.

My Dear Mr. Mozart, 
I'll never be able to compete with you in composition arena, but writing music inspires me to be more creative when I write about you. So I pretty much do concentrate on you exclusively - but don't tell my husband! xo, Mary

More on the Journey

Well, it would seem that this is going to be an extensive journey.  Not, perhaps, as uncomfortable as my coach travels between Vienna and Prague, but demanding nevertheless.  My friend, Madame Moreno, is now involved with editing her manuscript in preparation for submission to publishers, and I must say, I am quite pleased because she is "pumping up" my presence on her pages.  Ah yes, it is going to be a glorious read.  But meanwhile, I am hovering here between heaven and earth, observing the puzzling goings-on of 21st Century Manhattan.  More snow on the way, they say...

One Step Closer!

Glorious news!  I am now one step closer to taking up residence on Planet Earth once again.  The novelist (see photo at left)  who is assisting me in my transition has just signed a contract with a superb literary agent.  Madame, pardon mois, Ms. Christine Witthohn, of the Book Cents Literary Agency will soon be presenting me to publishers (is this similar to being presented at court?)  and I am so hoping that one (or more) of them will find me as appealing as my European audience did in the 18th Century.  Bravo, Ms. Witthohn, I am placing my faith in you!

Can anyone lend me a greatcoat?

Brrr...I'm hovering over Manhattan and there appears to be snow on the ground.  Alas, I am clothed in only my silk breeches and brocade waistcoat.  I do wish I could cozy up in front of a fireplace right now!