Heavy writing time. I had yesterday off, which is unusual for me. I’ve been working every Tuesday for months and months. I spent it by my lonesome, working hard on the script, drinking a tea made from maple syrup, lemon and cayenne pepper, and in the evening, watching my DVD of Hitchcock’s Rebecca for the very first time.
Great Scott, Joan Fontaine is beautiful. And she’s still alive, living in Carmel, I think. In fact her sister, Olivia de Havilland, is still alive as well. The rest of the cast is long gone. Dame Judith Anderson died in Santa Barbara back in the early Nineties, which I remember becasue I lived there. Olivier died in ’89. And George Sanders, who reputedly told David Niven in the Thirties that he would kill himself one day, declared in the Seventies that he was bored with life and did just that.
In case you were wondering.
