Orange County gets a bad rap. While recently chatting with a new friend in the desert, the classic look of disdain crossed her face when I mentioned Orange County—the Oh, I could never live in a bland homogenized community full of Orange County Housewives and zero charm. I get it. I thought the same before transferring to NBC’s OC bureau in 1999. Never did I think the eclectic nature of my favorite Hollywood or Mid-Wilshire districts existed in the OC.
THE LETTERS TO CHARLIE DELAY
April and May went by in a novel-editing blur thanks to a fantastic conversation with an editor from a major publishing house, facilitated by my super-cool agent. The editor was spot on with her ideas to improve the manuscript, and while there are no guarantees, I’m thrilled with the edit. After a month and a half pounding away at keys, I have emerged from my 1952 motorcycle adventure and hit send. (more…)