Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Looking toward Century City. Fifty years ago, that was the 20th Century-Fox backlot.
My last waitressing job was there, in the now-defunct Sports Deli. It was a fun time.
I think the whole ABC complex between the Century Plaza Hotel and the towers, where the Sports Deli was, has been torn down since then.
This is the way it was outside The Coffee Fix on Moorpark in Studio City around 6pm yesterday.
A good spot for a refreshing iced caffeinated beverage.
Inside, some interesting artwork. I really like this piece The Firestarter by Yuki Miyazaki.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Yeah. I think he's happy to see me, too. [blushes]
Okay, so I took the photos on Monday, but I'm writing this on Tuesday. On Monday the back, where I usually sit--under the big chandelier in the distance--was blocked off for cleaning. So I sat up front with the big kids.
Ooh, it caused such a ruckus!
The Russian Muskateers each stopped to comment, along with JudyJudy, and the night manager on her way out.
This morning I sat up there again, even though there was no barrier to my usual spot. Only 1 Muskateer commented this time. Just to spice it up I ordered a BLT.
Anyway, Big Boy and I had it out. I told him it was me, not him, and I meant it. I had a great writing day on Sunday. Wrote from 6am-10am, really working an old short story and having a blast.
I think part of my recent creative struggle--which included a weird resistance to Bob's Big Boy--has been that I was focusing so hard on the Basura Canyon (novel #2's tentative title) rewrite that I was trying to shut down all the other voices in my head.
They got mad. Those creative voices, if you tick them off, they'll rally the voices you do want to hear from and then they'll all go on strike.
I've had three really wonderful writing days in a row. I'm not worrying about the fact that it's been a short story and not the novel.
"If it be now, ’t is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all." - Hamlet, Act V, Scene 2, William Shakespeare.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Isn't this the coolest bag? It's very strong and light and it's got a nice wide bottom (sound like a retired gymnast to anyone else?) And only $1.99!
I am really trying to use reusable bags and not take home the dozens of plastic ones all kinds of stores want to give me. Kind of flustered the cashier at Kohl's the other day, but really.
She'd just taken the shirt I bought off the hanger and offered me the hanger. When I said I'd take it, she started to fold the linen shirt and the hangar into a small bag. They were out of the right size or I might have let it pass.
Waaaaait a minute. Why don't I just take the receipt and the shirt and hang them in my car?
I walked out with a big (flourescent) light bulb over my head!