barrington99@gmail.com PERSONAL ASSISTANT POSITIONS Personal assistant for experienced showrunner living/working in Weho. Simple duties: errands, grocery shopping, light phones. $500 a week, 5 days a week, fairly flexible hours. Showrunner will not read your writing. Send resumes to xxxxxxt@gmail.com. To Whom It May Concern: I am writing in response to your advertisement on the UTA job … Read more
In the parking garage of the Century City mall last night, I saw something I hadn’t seen before:
Hmm. After that title, do I really need a post?
Our spelunking school offers a limited number of scholarships, based on need and merit. So, last spring, for the second year in a row, I wrote a five-hundred word essay, printed my hundred page screenpl—ahem, spelunking document, filled out application forms online and on paper, drove across town, paid to park then stood in line … Read more
My second book club is a younger crowd, comprised mostly of fellow alumni from my grad program and their friends. The graduate program which we all attended was writing-related, so despite their tender years, the women in Book Club #2 can be scarily smart and insightful, especially concerning the written word. We tend to meet … Read more
Traffic is inching along outside our door. Our street is not usually a main thoroughfare, but today President Obama is in town and attending a fundraiser in a neighborhood not far from ours. I guess for security reasons, the road closures weren’t announced, and now hundreds, probably thousands of people are trying to drive home, … Read more
I now belong to two book clubs, which is ironic, since I tell friends who bring up the idea of a book club that I don’t have time to be in a book club. This is true, but when I actually receive the official invite, I find that I’m just a girl who can’t say … Read more
Paul pointed out this sign today as we were buying fuel. Just a reminder that you can do little exercises while you wait for your tank to fill. Though I wouldn’t suggest breathing too deeply next to the gas fumes.
So I went to see Rent with my friend J tonight. We sat on the terrace, which is the area with chairs and even little portable tables to eat your dinner on. To put it another way, it’s where the rich people sit. We sat there because J is a journalist and so gets press … Read more
After the day, of work–or what have you that feels like work– after the end of the workday, I come home. The sun is still shining but the air has cooled. It’s the most pleasant part of the day. I know I should take a walk, but I don’t. I tell myself I’m going to … Read more