Sitting in the garden at the Pasadena coffee shop called Zephyr, I whiled away a few good hours talking with my screenwriting friend Brian. We discussed the movie biz and the publishing world while a gentle breeze rustled the ivy covering the patio walls and handsome Armenians smoked hookahs at a table nearby. Russian literature reared its head for consideration, as did the economy (what current conversation is complete without touching on that?) and other mysteries of life.
That was on day six of my trip to LA. I was in Pasadena, to be exact, staying with my friend Suzanne, who told me all about her new modality, Reference Point Therapy, and took me through a couple sessions. I had a tarot reading on day seven, which forecast many good things ahead for me. I've had tarot readings when such was not the case, that's for sure–which is, perhaps, the beauty of the cards, which are difficult to fake. Sort of like plotting a novel is difficult to fake–if it doesn't work, the problems are obvious. (Less obvious, of course, is how to fix it.)
This trip turned out to be a much-needed bit of R and R. After the year I've had, I needed it more than I realized. I regret that I was unable to do many of the things I usually do when in LA, such as visit Julie or see Diana. But I'll make time for them next trip. This visit was strangely free of meeting with clients, though I did attend one networking event. And, as usual, stumbled over my tongue when it came time to explain myself:
"And what do you do?" said the bright-eyed young woman.
"Oh, I'm a writer," I replied airily.
"That sounds so exciting. What kind of writing do you do?"
This is the dreaded question. "Well, I um, do a lot of ghostwriting. You know, for business owners who need a book to promote themselves. And I also do copywriting, like for websites? And, let's see, I teach creative writing, too. Because you know, my true love is writing fiction. And my main goal is to get the novel I just finished published."
By this time the bright-eyed woman has turned away. I hear her asking a middle-aged man what he does.
"I help people maximize their business profits by teaching them to pay attention to their bottom line."
I really need to develop the art of the elevator pitch. Its a good thing I'm not a screenwriter, required to take meetings with producers and pitch a one-minute synopsis of my novel ("It's, um, Bridget Jones meets Something's Gotta Give?")
But I did manage to have a lovely conversation with a chiropractor who immediately got how important having a book is to promote your business, despite my bumbling attempts to convince him. And then I went home to a pretty good bottle of Syrah, so that made everything okay.
Yesterday, Suzanne and I went to see Julie and Julia, a most wonderful movie. Neither of us had been to see a movie for months, and going to the theater to see movies is one of the things I love to do. It took us about three hours to get there because we kept screwing up the showing times and having to drive back and forth to various theaters. But it was worth it. I loved the film. What's not to love when Meryl Streep nails Julia Child, like totally nails her? And Amy Adams plays a blogger who hits the big time.
Now, at this very moment, I am sitting in the San Francisco airport. I have a three-hour layover here, despite the fact that a direct flight from Burbank to PDX is only two hours. But it gives me time to ponder southern California, and the strange hold that LA seems to have on me. I don't miss it when I'm gone from there, but as soon as I get there, I start plotting when I can get back. Can somebody explain this to me? Plus, I'm a Portland girl, through and through. I like rain and greenery. I like people who walk places (I can't tell you how many times I nearly got run down by Very Big Trucks on my morning ambles through Pasadena) and bicyclists and citizens who take public transportation and eschew their cars. I like pale skin, beaches you can walk along and not see many other people, and ice-cold ocean water. I like people of various shapes and sizes and levels of beauty. So can somebody please tell me why I keep falling in love with LA?
A couple of non-LA related notes:
Please go vote for Whimsey, my friend Julie's dog. Because A. he's adorable and B. it would really help her out.
And don't forget the exciting contest that is coming up right here in this very spot next week. Stay tuned!
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