Dry Spell: June, 1919
Dear God. It's been so long I'd almost forgot I existed. Is that even possible?
Let's see here, then... many things to report on, including the official announcement of United Artists which took place in April, much to the delight of the press and everyone in the Hollywood community. I'm excited to see what everyone comes up with for our little company.
In what I can only call "fashion news," a new perfume has been developed by Guerlain, the French fragrance company, called "Mitsouko," meaning, "Mystery." I've taken a liking to the scent and its fancy little bottle. I'm hoping it will therefore make me more "mysterious," though I think being such would be only a detriment to Charlot, who should be, at all times, immediately recognizable. Perhaps I should only wear it off-screen.
Since Sunnyside, I'm afraid to say that I've been at a loss for even one good idea. I did start to film The Professor, about a traveling flea-circus ringmaster, but it was only good for one scene. I need something longer, an idea that can really carry a full film, a grand debut for UA.
Mildred is about to burst. She's due only a month or so from now. Which, as you can imagine, adds a little extra "weight" to our marriage. I am, nonetheless, on the edge of my seat, as they say... Though she's usually away visiting Lillian Gish or some other friend on the weekends, we occasionally brush past one another weekday mornings and I can get a feel of that strangely protruding stomach of hers. Sometimes I ask her if she's lost weight. She never seems to get the joke.
All in all, it's a dry spell in this life of mine, but assuredly it will pick up sooner or later. If it does not, know then that I am dead, for that would be the only thing stopping, as it were, forward movement.
Let's see here, then... many things to report on, including the official announcement of United Artists which took place in April, much to the delight of the press and everyone in the Hollywood community. I'm excited to see what everyone comes up with for our little company.
In what I can only call "fashion news," a new perfume has been developed by Guerlain, the French fragrance company, called "Mitsouko," meaning, "Mystery." I've taken a liking to the scent and its fancy little bottle. I'm hoping it will therefore make me more "mysterious," though I think being such would be only a detriment to Charlot, who should be, at all times, immediately recognizable. Perhaps I should only wear it off-screen.
Since Sunnyside, I'm afraid to say that I've been at a loss for even one good idea. I did start to film The Professor, about a traveling flea-circus ringmaster, but it was only good for one scene. I need something longer, an idea that can really carry a full film, a grand debut for UA.
Mildred is about to burst. She's due only a month or so from now. Which, as you can imagine, adds a little extra "weight" to our marriage. I am, nonetheless, on the edge of my seat, as they say... Though she's usually away visiting Lillian Gish or some other friend on the weekends, we occasionally brush past one another weekday mornings and I can get a feel of that strangely protruding stomach of hers. Sometimes I ask her if she's lost weight. She never seems to get the joke.
All in all, it's a dry spell in this life of mine, but assuredly it will pick up sooner or later. If it does not, know then that I am dead, for that would be the only thing stopping, as it were, forward movement.