thoughts from a motel room somewhere in southern california

darlings

we always get a little reflective in motel rooms.

there’s no distraction (and no fancy furniture like in the ritzy places we stayed in during our tour of duty as a lady executive).

so it’s rather Monastic and peaceful (when one removes all patterned materials and pops them into the cupboards and unpacks a brown paper bag of delicious groceries and some real milk for the fridge – well, actually for the little coffee machine because we don’t do fake-milk-from-packets).

we had some work last night down here, not far from the Ocean, but over 100 miles south of where-we-live-in-Los-Angeles – a digital check-up actually (that was meant to be a link to our own site – not theirs – we relish protecting their privacy unless otherwise asked to do so in a more public relations type exercise – there’s something so deeply respectful about doing so). 3b16732aafb811e3b4800e12fd739921_8and while we smiled kindly and encouragingly at our Pupil as she chose font, theme, widgets, header treatments and wrote her first two blog posts and told the World she was now launching her OWN BUSINESS, we thought – “Oh! This isn’t really about digital – it’s about witnessing someone change their life!”

*pauses*

and that’s An Extremely Great Feeling.

fear around digital is generally panic at “what if they think I’m foolish and laugh at me?”

well.

as someone who has been laughed at and told we were foolish (the actual words were designed to be more crushing as we recall) we could tell anyone that it really doesn’t matter.

what people say to us is all about Them (of course you knew that).

plus we get to be teamgloria. 1e4ca7c8afb811e3aed6123e9ac62c25_8and that’s delicious. a6a7b9acafd411e3a9a4123ce35ac48b_8

as is pausing at the crossing as the Amtrak train Hoots and whooshes past and listening to Fleetwood Mac and enjoying the people walking home from work and stopping by the late farmers market to buy soft fruit and flowers. 

we have a day of consulting on one of the projects that who-we-are-in-RL is working on until June and it’s possible that some of the people there read teamgloria (it’s not always easy to tell who they are) so – “hello!”

and yes, we’ll be wearing the pearls and shiny patent leather doctor martens as usual.

 

a walk up the canyon….

darlings

we took a walk up the Canyon yesterday – ostensibly to meet Another Expatriate Writer (don’t you adore Foreign Correspondents?) and then, because we took such nice pictures, to return home to write Next Week’s “Where Shall We Meet” for our delicious Editor at Los Angeles, I’m Yours.

the final piece will be posted Wed (at noon, Pacific Time) so we’ll just give you a taste of the delights of our meandering walk……

You’ll pass Honey Drive and Happy Lane and feel your blood pressure drop considerably. Look up at the Italianate houses as you drift by with ironwork 19th century lanterns, admiring butterflies and hummingbirds and carved cherubs (sometimes wearing sunglasses left by naughty residents), affirmations chalked on stone steps leading to houses with novels piled up winsomely in the paint peeling window frames. If you drive up, you’ll miss all this.

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admiring the sunrise.

 

 

quiet nights and slow mornings of writing inspired deliciously by others.

darlings

there’s something so completely delicious about turning-in-early and waking-up-rested.

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you see it took So Long to get here since you-know-what.

but we regret nothing (well, there are a Few Things, but even those most probably Built Character – *coughs*)

cultural note:

just in case you were wondering what we are listening to on that digital device to the right of the photograph above….

it was Jennifer Saunders on a vintage edition of Desert Island Discs from 1996 and YOU can listen to that here.

because Jennifer Saunders has influenced us Almost as much as Noel Coward and Anita Loos.

for reasons that might not appear obvious at first but when you take-a-moment (and possibly scratch your nose or take what Eddie Izzard calls “strokey-beard-time”) you’ll see why.

or not.

sometimes we’re not sure why or who or what we’re doing at all.

and on other days (like today) it all seems delightfully possible and Most Delicious.

especially when we do a little Light Consulting (and pitching writing work) in the Morning and have an  e n t i r e  afternoon and evening ahead (interrupted most deliciously at 3PM with tea with-a-new-LA-acquaintance) with the Muses of the classical ancient world fallen-to-modern-day-Hollywood.

the adaptation is beginning – we’re still reading through the screenplay we wrote but today we start to flesh it out into a Novel.

EXT. DONAL BAY BEACH – NEXT DAY

Calliope emerges from the surf and walks up the beach, past couples making out on the sand, past the lifeguard station.

CALLIOPE
Donal Bay – center of the life coach business – where new muses are born, apparently.

She raises an ironic eyebrow, grins, and looks around.

CALLIOPE (CONT’D)
It’s time for the big reveal.

She touches the emerald bracelet on her wrist and one of the stones lights up.

CALLIOPE (CONT’D)
Showtime, baby.

A lifeguard stands up and sees her.

LIFEGUARD
Hey man, where did you spring from?

CALLIOPE
Man?

She looks down at her body and confirms she is female.

LIFEGUARD
It’s like you just appeared out of thin air.

CALLIOPE
The air isn’t thin. It is multi-dimensional.

LIFEGUARD
Do you want to grab a beer later? Can I have your number?

CALLIOPE
My number? First of the Nine.

She walks up the beach and into the grove of palm trees.

INT. DONAL BAY LIFE COACH INSTITUTE LOBBY – MOMENTS LATER

A very perky receptionist is trying to create order.

RECEPTIONIST
Everyone please take a number and wait your turn.

Calliope ENTERS. Everyone in the reception area is carrying a copy of the magazine with the “ARE LIFE COACHES THE NEW MUSES?…” headline

CALLIOPE
Good news certainly travels fast.

She walks up to reception.

CALLIOPE (CONT’D)
How do I become a “life coach”?

RECEPTIONIST
Please take a number and wait.

Calliope opens her hand and has the next number being called.

CALLIOPE
Bingo.

The receptionist giggles and points down the hall.

CALLIOPE (CONT’D)
A relief to see the charm still works on modern humans.

A man and a woman walk down the hall and do a double-take at how beautiful she is. Calliope beams.

CALLIOPE (CONT’D)
I simply adore being visible.

She checks her emerald bracelet. The light is flickering.

CALLIOPE (CONT’D)
I had no idea it would take so much energy.

She looks sad and turns the big stone off.

CALLIOPE (CONT’D)
Perhaps a little undercover work wouldn’t hurt.

People walk by her and don’t see her. She sighs.

EXT. DONAL BAY LIFE COACH INSTITUTE – LATER
Calliope has an armful of text books and CDs. She sits down outside the yoga studio next door and puts her hand on top of each book to draw out the knowledge, nodding occasionally.

CALLIOPE
Interesting principles. Remarkably familiar.

A couple of people walk by.

CALLIOPE (CONT’D)
No wonder they are not listening to us anymore. They are now pretending to BE us.

She leaves the text books on the table and turns around to see the yoga studio behind.

CALLIOPE (CONT’D)
At least yoga is still popular.

She looks around Donal Bay’s now almost deserted street. A pretty scene, twilight falling, twinkle lights in palm trees.

CALLIOPE (CONT’D)
I’m going to stay in Donal Bay a while.

INT. LAUNDRY ROOM – DONAL BAY APARTMENT BUILDING – NIGHT

A laundry room inside a partly covered garage under an apartment building four blocks from the ocean. JOHN, 35, is watching LIVY, 35, pretty but understated in yoga gear. Calliope ENTERS – unseen.

LIVY
You can tell we live in Donal Bay, there’s always sand in the dryer.

LIVY stuffs the laundry bag, dreamily.

CALLIOPE
She uses words – like music. I haven’t heard a human do that for so many years.

JOHN
So, back to dating…..

LIVY
I’m still a Venus Fly Trap for the Twisted and Depraved, remember?

JOHN
I do regret saying that. But I heard you had a crush.

LIVY
You did?

JOHN
I did. So spill.

They all EXIT, LIVY carrying her laundry in her arms.

EXT. BACK STAIRS OF APARTMENT BUILDING – MOMENTS LATER

At four blocks from the ocean, the view is inspiring.

LIVY
I am so embarrassed.

JOHN
This sounds promising already.

LIVY
She’s not real.

Calliope listens, with interest.

JOHN
You’ve lost me.

LIVY
She’s on television.

JOHN
What channel?

LIVY
Sci-Fi.

JOHN
Deeply interesting. Playing a human or an alien?

LIVY swats him with her laundry bag. Calliope gets closer.

LIVY
Human.

Calliope shrugs and looks up at the sky with a smile.

JOHN
Well, that’s a relief.

LIVY
But I can’t have a crush on someone on television!

JOHN
We live in Los Angeles. Everyone we know is on television.

They walk inside the apartment building.

watching the rosy glow of dawn from a tan lounger in the desert cities.

darlings

it’s sunday morning at 06:40AM precisely.

we are rested.

and revived.

and ready.

whatever we’re meant to be ready For.

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we have footage “in the can” of z i p p y to edit our little 30s spot. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the breathtaking heat (109 degrees yesterday) has burned (gently) all excess energy away and rendered us Quiet and contemplative.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the dawn this morning was gorgeous – we awoke suddenly at 05:37 – no reason – no noise – odd – so we took the camera and c a r e f u l l y and q u i e t l y opened the sliding doors to the pool-shimmering terrace with the new desert plantings and there it was – the d a w n rising over the mountains. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the rosy glow – a single bird – a strong breeze – lying back on a fabric covered lounger we closed our eyes and felt the sun rise slowly in the sky.
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and there it was – morning. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAso we made a (vast) pot of coffee and came back to bed, to write to you.

hello.

aren’t sundays delicious?