After a few rescheduled sessions, the actor reading The Last Track for the podcast series had some free time for a run through of a few scenes Monday night. Good Christ, I liked him before, but now I want to marry him.

Here were the directions provided to him: “Take 25 pages. I’ll see you in three weeks.”

The time between meetings passed without any interference. Honestly, even I had been so inclined, I couldn’t have gotten involved.  At this point, the part of the day not spent at work, commuting, or writing, is reserved for freaking out about the reviews which will be coming back over the next two months. The machinations and politics of the review process makes for a whole other post, actually. Maybe a series of articles.

Anyway, working with only those 25 pages, the actor not only came up with a kick-ass approach for narration, which I approved of instantly, he recognized the more subtle points of the story. He struck a balance between acting and delivering–right out of the gate.

In short, he got it.

So I left him another section of the book and set up a meeting for the weekend.