#vickielesterbook1 – Page 4 – BEGUILING HOLLYWOOD

April 27, 2014 / Vickie Lester

I’m reading through galley proofs of my novel, and getting a little punchy…wish me luck, darlings!

April 25, 2014 / Vickie Lester

Just because I can… Paul smoking

April 25, 2014 / Vickie Lester

My novel: populated with people real and imaginary…and one of them is NOT any of those pictured

Hello my angels, the days are flying by and on Monday I have a very big day, book-wise. So I’ll leave you with the completion of this savory morsel over the weekend and reappear next week to let you know what happened… An excerpt from: It’s in His Kiss, by…

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April 25, 2014 / Vickie Lester

My novel: populated with people real and imaginary…and one of them is NOT Keith Richards

Hello my angels, the days are flying by and on Monday I have a very big day, book-wise. So I’ll leave you with this savory morsel over the weekend and reappear next week to let you know what happened… An excerpt from: It’s in His Kiss, by Vickie Lester Chapter…

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April 24, 2014 / Vickie Lester

What a surprise! Here’s Vickie Lester again, yammering about her novel…

First, let’s get something absolutely straight. I will be wearing these overalls until the book is published, they turn into dust, or Mr. Lester burns them: whichever comes first. I did know a young tyke (no names, please) with indulgent parents who insisted on wearing his shiny, polyester, Spider-Man suit…

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April 21, 2014 / Vickie Lester

I let the audience use their imaginations. Can I help it if they misconstrue my suggestions? Ernst Lubitsch

Hold on, I feel something in the zeitgeist, a surge through the ether…somebody stop me…could it be? Another handy hashtag? Metadata this, my darlings: #ThingsLittleOldMeLearnedFromFamousDirectors I learned that there’s a dialogue between readers and writers, between content and audience… I learned that imagination feeds on the barest suggestion……

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April 21, 2014 / Vickie Lester

The novel, in which I spill the beans, let loose, tell all, well, all that I know about Tinsel Town. And that’s plenty!

Neither did it have to do with the Easter Bunny, or any various and sundry muses, unless you switch out muses for informants, and then you might get a better idea how I got the inside skinny on many things beguiling—and not so—in Hollywood. The unleashing of the novel, six…

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April 10, 2014 / Vickie Lester

The actor and my missing…oh my goodness!

I have a friend who’s an actor (you might even call him a star), who when he started out, did a lot of house sitting among the hoi polloi of Hollywood. Let me tell you now, hoi polloi doesn’t mean “the swells”, it means the masses. Okay. That settled, once…

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April 6, 2014 / Vickie Lester

All of these individuals were in the film business or married to it…

In contrast, the other guests glistened in tanning oil. There they were, half-naked, with implausibly buoyant bosoms and supplemented bums and biceps, radiating a carefully constructed beauty; all of these individuals were in the film business or married to it. The women were skeletal; Anne assumed they had all…

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April 6, 2014 / Vickie Lester

The movie colony, an old area of town right under the hills, once home to Elvis and Frank Sinatra and…

Dutifully, Anne navigated her hired Prius through a terrain at once dusty and opulent; Palm Springs is, after all, an exorbitantly irrigated pile of sand. Her destination was a taupe Mid-Century house, all angles and vertical glass walls. Anne parked the car by the curb and buzzed at the gate.…

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