Once upon a time, in the nineteen eighties, Cecil B.’s house still stood atop a hill in a neighborhood called Los Feliz, not far from our place in Beachwood Canyon.… Read more What my feet looked like when I decided to walk from my house to Cecil B. DeMille’s →
Hello! This excerpt from my novel in progress is for my friend in Seattle, Scott Parker-Anderson. I’m in a helluva good mood, because after months of being forbidden from typing… Read more All I do is dream of you… →
Braised Chicken with Olives, Carrots, and Preserved Lemon: 1 chicken cut into pieces and 4 thighs 8 carrots 1 large onion 2 handfuls of Castlevetrano olives with pits 8… Read more Being of a certain age, the Rolling Stones are my equivalent to Baby Mozart, so sometimes I listen to their music and cook to calm down…dinner for six with Vickie Lester →
Here I am, sitting on the couch, pondering this post — considering doing something on the photo that inspired my novel — self referential to a degree of great ickiness…… Read more Reprise: From Whence Novels Do Come – Unvarnished Vickie Lester →
While the music played she placed an arm protectively across her abdomen and began to chat unabashedly with the embryo about the normalcy of her background among skyscrapers versus its… Read more Happy Mother’s Day from Vickie Lester, an excerpt from It’s in His Kiss →
I suppose when that hashtag phrase is employed it’s meant to convey work on some literary or journalistic enterprise…for me it’s come to mean this: blogging. I had a letter… Read more When #amwriting leads to vapor lock, or the unnatural state of self-promotion vs self-expression… →
What was your particular process when writing and – later – revising IIHK? As you wrote the novel did some parts come easier than others? And were any aspects heavily… Read more We’re back with Vickie Lester and George Kaplan, on writing sex, and various things Hollywood →
Once upon a time, in Hollywood’s Golden Era, there lived a photographer named Clarence Sinclair Bull who made it his business while at MGM to capture starlight. His portraits were… Read more Orson Welles spins a tale about two incomparable beauties; Marlene Dietrich and Greta Garbo…truth or fiction? →
