I returned yesterday from my scouting trip to Phoenix.
After dropping off my producer at the Skyway airport, I bolted for home, making it from downtown Phoenix to Brentwood in about 5.5 hours. Not bad.
The photo on the left was taken at Stoneman Lake, which will probably be the actual location of the white witch coven.
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My co-writer Steven is getting serious about finishing his revision of the first draft. He put himself under conditional house arrest.
So while my producer and I were exploring city streets and mountain valleys in Arizona, he was at home writing.
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I'm annoyed at AOL, once again. In fact, I'm considering switching my journal to another source.
Reason? I come back from the trip to Phoenix and find that ALL of my blog photos have been summarily deleted.
Not that I minded losing the ones with my face, but what the heck has Sir Snavely done to cause him to lose his primary star advertising.
I mean, the offers from Cat Agents were JUST beginning to pour in.
Okay, not really. But you get the idea.
Any advice, fellow bloggers?
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Tomorrow is my 42nd birthday.
Today, I sent out an invitation to all of my co-workers and email friends.
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I'm notorious for these late invites, so here goes...
My 42nd birthday is tomorrow, September 8. For those of you into star signs, my exact birth time was 8:43 AM.
I am having what I expect will be a small birthday party. Time: 7 PM. You're invited, assuming you live within driving range of Brentwood, Los Angeles.
If your schedule permits, and if you wish to attend, please let me know. I will send you the restaurant location.
PS. My good friend Bill Gates mentioned to me yesterday that he would show up and pay for everyone's meal.
That may have been a daydream, however. I can't remember.
Either way, if he doesn't show, you're on your own.