The dead air between my #LANovels extravaganza announcement and this post? It is what I've learned to accept in my life. As soon as I announce a big project I'm extremely passionate about in my non-working life, my working life rises to meet that energy and crush it. Wholesale.
But I'm wiser now than in years past and instead of worrying about it and fretting and feeling oh so sure you will all no longer care about my project, I'm taking a fresh approach: sod it. So there was a big gap? I'm human. So are you. Let's do this anyway.
I've been traveling a bit and on my last jaunt up to San Francisco (seventeen posts should come out of that trip alone, we'll see...) I hastily grabbed one of the books on the #LANovels list in hopes it would be a great kick-off point for many locations in Los Angeles that I could explore and illuminate for you. That book? Hector Tobar's The Barbarian Nurseries. A good book, if not an infuriating one (for all the right reasons), though not chock full of notable LA landmarks. There are a few good ones in the mix, though.
So this is where we start. As wiser adults unencumbered by the fear of what others think about our project that got off track and may well do again. We start at perhaps not the ideal novel at not the ideal time. But we are wise now. We will do this with grace. To hell with the avalanche of work just over the horizon.
Stay tuned for the first installment. And a few bits in between.
