A little over a year ago, I’d just landed in LA. It was five months before the pub date of The Island Dwellers, and maybe four days before the writers room began for Tales of the City.
Things that have changed: 1) Tales has been written and has filmed. 2) The Island Dwellers is out. 3) The second book for Random House, a novel, is starting to become A Thing and not A Thing That Comes Next. 4) There is more gray in my hair.
Things that are the same: This apartment, and this lemon tree.
Los Angeles is always trying to kill me by hiding avocados in EVERYTHING. Today I fearlessly ate a series of tacos, none of which caused me harm, because our Writers’ PA protected my life with the thoroughness and attention to detail of his lunch order. THANK YOU / I am seen / best tacos in the world.
When you’re both writing in different rooms and you are definitely NOT talking to each other, or taking breaks to go get smoothies, or taking breaks to go on a hike, or taking pictures and texting them to each other, and you are getting SO much writing – not even Done, but Accomplished.