Tragically behind on posting here. Don’t think it means I don’t love you, because I do, I really do.
I’ve been revising the young adult paranormal manuscript I wrote in two months.
Also have snuck in a little reading, socializing and chardonnay.
And TV viewing.
God, are you all watching The Killing on AMC, because if you’re not you should be.
It’s the first show I’ve been excited about since Mad Men premiered in 2007. It’s a completely gripping story about the murder investigation of a teenage girl in Seattle. The characters are as gray as the weather and the acting is fantastic.
Mostly I’ve been working–revising this manuscript at a bakery/restaurant downtown. I love this cafe because there is a huge enclosed courtyard with tons of tables so I don’t have to feel guilty about sitting there for hours; there’s always room for everyone.
This place is so good that even though some of my friends think there’s an identity thief who works there–someone has taken their credit card numbers and used them and all signs point to this place–they still go there and just pay in cash. The croissant-like caramel pecan rolls and Cobb salads are that delicious.
On my way home from the bakery I pass a thrift store that gives proceeds to the homeless. All the books there are $2 each.
I picked up one called Zen and the Art of Falling in Love. A review on Amazon hilariously complained that it didn’t tell you how to hook up with the hot guy at work, but this book is so not about that.
More significantly, it got me, the most restless woman in the universe, to sit down and meditate.
I’ve had meditation recommended to me a lot, especially since I used to live in L.A., but I never got it before.
Now I do.
You experience being in the moment. It’s very heady when you’re done. I never realized how much I was living in the future or dwelling on the past.
This stuff is pretty amazing.
Happy Easter and good vibes to all of you! Also, The Killing is on tonight. You can also watch it at amctv.com.
I am looking for inspiration for my L.A. music story (as if 50 journals and enough excitement on my part to set off a fireworks display isn’t enough). 
The woman at the used bookstore by my house recommended The Glass Castle as “a book for people who don’t even like to read.” 
