You know, I live in La La Land. But it has come to my attention that my entire creative effort to date may just spring from this seminal film. My muse, so to speak, might just be… a chimp named Stanley. Get this, I dreamt whole swatches of my novel (sleep learning) and in days gone by I would do the same with screenplays. When I was collaborating with my Limey chum, Robert Winter across the pond in mist-shrouded perfidious Albion (as he says, that’s England to the sane) he would often ask me what I was I listening to (dancing to) in between the volley of email that would pass back and forth in regard to his notes… This was a constant on my playlist. Minus the fetching stiletto heels Annette sported, you can really get your heart rate up…
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And then there are further similarities, or odd parallels between film and fact, but I’ll only mention a couple; I married a man whose name contains a variant of Tommy Kirk…and I just realized I christened one of the characters in the novel Joe Merlin (Merlin Jones, geddit?) and the heroine is Anne… Forgive me Annette! It appears I forgot a vital three letters…