I did not make breakfast, but lounged about as magic occurred in the kitchen, of course I had to endure some alt. rock and garage band anthems, but it seemed a small price to pay for delicious coffee, chopped grapefruit, scrambled eggs and onions, toast and marmalade. The apple of…
Tag: it’s not autobiographical
You Don’t Own Me By Vickie Lester “In a happy world, there would be no art. I retreat too often into my imagination. In a happy world, the experience of reality would be enough.” John Fowles There are so many myths on which the reality of Hollywood is based. Some…
You Don’t Own Me By Vickie Lester An excerpt from somewhere in the middle… Shep dropped a heavily revised script on the desk in Billie’s office, a little oasis of casitas on a rolling lawn with a view of the sound stages. Billie was on the lot. Unlike her first…
I beg my readers indulgence. I won’t have a clear or cogent thought for a couple of days, and that will only be achieved by a massive intake of coffee. I am getting older. Any event that goes on past ten o’clock seriously cuts into my pajama time. I’m posting…