Friday, June 26, 2009

Tallulah Bankhead















photo: Tennesee Williams & Tallulah Bankhead


"There is always going to be pain in life, baby. Suffering is optional."

I LOVED this line! I have quotes pasted on the walls of my office. I must put this one up!

Here's an Interview on National Public Radio with Valerie Harper about LOOPED. I wish I could have seen this play when it was in Pasadena earlier this year. It's in Washington D.C. right now, and is expected to go to Broadway in the Fall. Hmm...road trip to NYC with my Jet Blue frequent flyer miles...sounds like a plan.

Whenever I hear the name Tallulah Bankhead, I think of Key West. During a few visits some years ago to research a yet-unsold paranormal, DH and I stayed at an out-of-the-way B&B called "Authors" run by two older gentleman. Gary and... damn...David? Steven? No, Charles!

Gary was a retired editor for Simon & Schuster with memories of "little Carly" (Simon) dropping by the offices to visit her father. His partner Charles was an art dealer when they semi-retired to Key West. I think they have since sold the B&B and opened up an art gallery. Gary was gregarious and fun, insisting that I write him as a bad-ass murderer. Charles was soft-spoken and sweet with a charming Southern drawl. They'd been together since college.

Art pieces adorned the B&B garden, and more filled up their private living room. And I do mean "filled." Charles brought out their most prized possession -- a genuine Jackson Pollock painting. I were ignorant of the famous artist at that time. But Charles did not make me feel foolish. He was the quintessential gentleman.

From a well-to-do Southern family, Charles was the god-son of Tallulah Bankhead, whose father and grandfather were well-known Alabama politicians. Charles regaled us with his memories of her in Key West with Tennessee Williams. Was he filling us with a bunch of bunk? I didn't care. He was such a delightful storyteller that I was (and still am) willing to believe every bit of it.

For a few minutes while listening to the radio interview, I was back in Key West. God, that was a wonderful escape. DH and I decided it's time to return to the Keys. Maybe we can track down Gary and Charles while we're there.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Where does the time go?

My mother has Alzheimer's. She was officially diagnosed last November as having "moderate" or mid-level, not "early onset" as I had expected. Unfortunately, she is in complete denial of the diagnosis, which, I learned, is not uncommon. We must refer to it as her "memory problem."

As I learn more about this disease, I realize that she has probably had it for several years, not just 2 or 3. Despite the medications -- 1 of which she has already had to drop because of side effects -- her memory is deteriorating at a ghastly rate. Most days, she can only go 10 or 15 minutes before she has forgotten whatever has been said.

So often last year, prior to the diagnosis, she had said that the days seem to fly by so fast. She would ask "Where does the time go?" I thought she was expressing the same thoughts that we all seem to have these days. Life is so fast-paced. Seasons change in the blink of an eye, it seems. What I didn't realize is that she was not like the rest of us. She was losing time . . . literally. Gaps of memory were simply gone. Days were littered with these gaps. No wonder she felt as if she was going to bed for the night when she felt as if she had just gotten up with the sun.

Where does the time go? When I hear myself or someone else asking that question now, I realize how poignantly aware I am of the minutes and hours throughout my long day. And I am grateful for every second that I continue to remain aware of them.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Artist's Way

Today I started a monthly column about Julia Cameron's THE ARTIST'S WAY at A Slice of Orange, the chapter blog of the OCC/RWA -- the Orange County Chapter of Romance Writers of America.

As this is the week of the Thanksgiving Day holiday here in the U.S., I want to express my gratitude to Julia Cameron and to the AW workshop facilitator, Kelly Morgan, who is an amazing guide through the chapters of this book.

I am also grateful for my friendship with Bobbie Cimo, who has been the Programs Director five out of the last six years at OCC. If not for her, I wouldn't have met Kelly and enrolled in the Artist's Way Workshop at the Bodhi Tree Bookstore in West Hollywood.

I am also grateful for all the other workshop attendees who are on the own journey. They are a wonderful group of Creatives in their own right. I appreciate their openness and honesty and their willingness to be there every week.

Monday, November 03, 2008

I'm back....again.

I'm back to normal....HA! No, normal is not how I would describe myself or my life. But I am back to HAVING a life now that I have stepped down as president of my writing chapter.

I am grateful for the opportunity to serve my fellow writers, and now it's time to serve myself. Yes, this sounds very selfish, and there's nothing wrong with that. I've returned to work on my novel, thanks to my new critique partner, Debra Mullins. I've signed up for an awesome Artist's Way Workshop at the Bodhi Tree Bookstore. (More on that later; MUCH more!)

And today I accepted an invitation from Susan Wiggs to participate in The Gratitude Project. Anyone can join. Click on the link!

The first three things that I am grateful for:

1. I am grateful for my husband Don’s love, support and belief in my writing talent.

2. I am grateful for my new critique partner, Debra Mullins, for inspiring me to write and submit again.

3. I am grateful for Kelly Morgan, the facilitator for the Artist’s Way workshop at the Bodhi Tree Bookstore in L.A..

Monday, August 04, 2008

RWA Conference

I'm back from conference. And I'm delighted to say that I met both my goals to meet agent Lucienne Diver of the Knight Agency and Pocket Editor Micky Nuding.

I had the most enjoyable and most productive conference . . . EVER. And I've been going to RWA National for many, many years. The hotel staff at the Marriott Downtown San Francisco was the best -- from the bellhop to the housekeeper to the concierge (Hi, Ed!) to the front desk staff (Thanks for all your help, Hugo!).

I tried Cambodian food for the first time, thanks to Harry & Susan Squires. (Harry wrote WHAT ROUGH BEAST as H.R. Knight.) The Angkor Borei Restaurant was off the beaten path but highly recommended. Check it out at http://www.cambodiankitchen.com/. The food was phenomenal! I also enjoyed the Thai beer! Thanks Harry & Susan!!

One of my roommates, Randi Jorgensen and I went with her ex-husband Chris to his favorite restaurant. The Irish Bank is a block or two from Chinatown, and down a little alley. Check it out at http://www.theirishbank.com/. I had the best Sheperd's Pie!! And a terrific Irish beer called Smithwicks.

Now that I've spent all my time writing about the locale, I'll have to write about the actual writing conference next time!!

Sunday, July 27, 2008

IT'S CONFERENCE TIME ALREADY??

Where does the time go?

I can't believe it's the end of July already, and I'm heading to an Francisco tomorrow for the annual RWA National Conference. I still need to pack my suitcase, hoping that I can keep it down to only one. I think I can do it. I don't worry about dressing up like I did years ago. Here in L.A., business attire is jeans, t-shirt and a jacket. Finally, a style that I can love and embrace!

My sis-in-law Valerie recommended flying into Oakland instead of crazy-hectic SFO. She has a second home in the Bay Area, and flies JetBlue from our local airport which is 2 minutes from my house. No more hassling the freeway traffic to LAX! Yay! So I'm all for this route, plus I LOVE JetBlue. I take it once a month to Vegas to visit my grandbaby.

This is the first year that I am able to arrive early for the special "crime tour" offered by the Kiss Of Death RWA Chapter that they organize every year in the conference city. So I'm flying without my usual travel buddies who are coming in on Tuesday and Wednesday. I can hardly wait for the tour that includes a visit behind-the-scenes of SFO and the port of Oakland, where we will learn about homeland security measures and the ongoing problem of human trafficking.

My goals for this conference is to meet agent Lucienne Diver, who loves paranormal and recently moved over to the Knight Agency, that handles a lot of paranormals. I've never had an agent who truly understood my unique paranormal writing. Maybe Lucienne will. Also, I want to meet senior editor Micki Nuding at Pocket where I would love to place my paranormals!

It has been a long time since my last venture into publication, but I have learned a lot of life lessons along the way. One of those lessons is that my life is -- and always has been -- perfectly unfolding in exactly the way that it needs to. No longer am I desperate to meet the right people, sell another book, or lose enough weight to fit into a LBD (little black dress). I set my goals and then let it go, knowing it will happen in the right time for my highest good and the highest good of everyone around me.

So those are my goals...AND my philosophy for staying grounded at conference. I'll be coming back on Sunday, traveling with one of my roomies. I'm home only one day, then I'm back on JetBlue for another trip to Vegas. This time I'm going shopping with my daughter for her wedding dress, along with her best friend who is flying in from Orange County. The wedding will be in the Rose Garden at the Disneyland Hotel next May, which will be here before I know it.

When the wedding day arrives, no doubt I'll once again be saying, "Where does the time go?"

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

A Complaint Free World

A few weeks ago, I watched a report on CBS Sunday Morning about "A Complaint Free World" started by a Unity minister, Will Bowan. A simple sermon last year has turned into a world-wide movement to learn to stop complaining, wearing a purple bracelet that you switch to the other wrist every time you complain, and trying to go 21 days without switching the bracelet. Sounds easy.

I ordered the book and the bracelet, which arrived last Friday. The challenge is to recognize a complaint when it seems like just a casual remark, such as the weather being colder.

Reading the book has certainly helped me see the negative energy I put into complaining, criticizing, and gossiping. The more I do it, the more I attract things to complain about.

Will Bowen explains how we use complaining to get attention and sympathy. Okay, so maybe I already knew this. At least some part of me deep-down inside sensed it. As hard as it is to face this truth, I see now how my complaining has been my way of telling everyone how much I do for my writing group. Everyone knows if someone doesn't do their job, I'll end up doing it. This frustrates me to no end. But Bowen has helped me realize what I have gotten out of it. Martyrdom. Ugh. I hate admitting this. I also realize that talking about hours of answering emails is a defense mechanism -- implying that I am too busy to do put one more thing on my plate, so don't ask! Or, worse yet, implying that my work as a volunteer is more important than making a phone call to a friend. Ouch.

Bowen points out that complaining is also an excuse for not doing things, such as exercise. How many times have I allowed aches and pains to keep me from exercising when a good stretch from yoga would be the best thing for me? Or I complain about being tired when a short walk in the fresh air would rejuvenate my energy.

Complaining also gives us the false feeling of being superior when we actually feel inferior. I complain that there's never enough time to get everything done for the writing group, let alone my personal responsibilities, so who has time to write a book? In reality, my message is: "Look at all that I must do for the chapter while everyone else gets to write books. Aren't I the noble one?" (Another ouch.)

I knew that gossiping was for people who have a need to feel better than others. Same for criticism. But I never thought that complaining was a way of trying to make myself look good. This is a real revelation to me.

Another revelation is the way I allow myself to be drawn into someone else's complaining. I feel compelled to commiserate with them in order to help them feel better. The silent message is "There's nothing wrong with you because I am also miserable (anxious, worried, frustrated, financially strapped, etc.)." Sometimes we can go on and on about what is bothering us. Have you ever noticed, though -- the other person will often end the conversation with "I always feel so much better after talking to you"? That's because she has drawn on your positive energy (call it compassion or love or whatever) and left you drained. Or you have taken on her negative energy, which is even worse. But you helped her, right? And that was the point, right? Even if you had to sacrifice your own contented state of mind. Martyrdom strikes again! Ugh.

We've all heard "misery loves company." But often I don't want to join in their misery and yet fall into it anyway. No matter how much I resist, eventually I am swept up into a two-way "woe-is-me" conversation. I had not realized this is a natural phenomena called "entrainment" -- subconscious synchronization with another individual or group. Think of the clapping of an audience that falls into the same rhythm.

I realize I have joined in on someone else's complaining as a way of bonding, showing our similarities, esp if our similarity is how frustrated we are with another person. Which is gossip, of course.

Gossip is a form of "triangulation" -- bringing a 3rd party into the issue when you should be addressing the person you are complaining about. Either go to that person with the problem or not, but it helps no one by discussing it with a 3rd person. It only builds more negativity into the situation and more to complain about.

I am only halfway through this little book, and it has already helped me to understand some of the ways that I complain without realizing it. Other times I was aware of it -- not always during but often afterward -- and yet I could not figure out how to stop myself. To add to the negative energy of complaining, I would then spend hours (days, even!) beating myself up for for not being able to stop my complaining and gossiping.

Now I have a method to stop. Now I can wear this purple bracelet to remind me that it is not only possible to quit complaining, criticizing and gossiping, but it vitally important to my mental, physical and emotional health and the health of everyone in my life. Being complaint free is my contribution to clean up this world of environmental toxins -- toxins to the ear, toxins to the air, toxins to my own thoughts and the thoughts of others.

Change the world one day at a time, one person at a time. Change starts with me.


To learn more, go to http://www.acomplaintfreeworld.org/