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.
The part right BEFORE The native Californian explains to the New Yorker that the weird holes in the steep and narrow path? …are snake-holes. In which, presumably? There are snakes. NOPE NOPE NOPE. Bye, mountain path.