A Slice of Orange

Meeting A Real Movie Star

by Bobbie Cimo

In the early years of my career, I was one of the few fortunately ones–if not one of the only ones–who got the perk of getting out of the office to work remotes. Sometimes that could mean being at the Pasadena Auditorium for two weeks at a time while we built the stage for the Emmy’s. Or being inside the Beverly Hilton Hotel’s ballroom covering the first dozen or so AFI’s (America Film Instituteâ€™s Life Achievement Awards), honoring such heavy-weight legends as John Huston, Frank Capra, Orson Wells, or Fred Astaire . . . just to name a few. Keep in mind this was a time when laptop computers hadnâ€™t even been invented yet. Which meant if I wanted to have my cake and eat it, I had to cover my regular job first before working as an assistant on the fun stuff outside of the building. I use the term “assistant” loosely here, as it sometimes meant anything from crunching numbers to seeing how far over budget we were, to making sure Bette Davis got her parking ticket validated, to arranging for Gregory Hines’ shoes to be shined before air time, or even playing watchdog over Shirley MacLaine’s purse for her.

But always, on the day of the big event–whatever it was–I got to play dress-up and be part of the gala. But like any good party you go to, youâ€™re bound to see the same faces year after year– Wait, this is Hollywood. Scratch that last remark about the same faces . . . not with the help of good plastic surgeon, you wonâ€˜t. But what I’m trying to say is that it’s hard to remember who I saw and just when and at what event.

Except for the time I met Cary Grant at the AFI honoring Alfred Hitchcock.

I was standing on a two step-up tier of the main ballroom, when Cary Grant passed me. He was impeccability dressed in an expensive tuxedo, gorgeously tan and looking every bit of the movie star that he was. As for myself, I was dressed in a white, off one-shoulder Grecian gown. I thought I looked like Venus. Looking back at it now, I’m sure I didn’t.

When Cary spoke to me, I suddenly went deaf–that happens a lot when I go into shock. When he cupped his hand over mine, I remember thinking, his hands are softer than mine . . . they probably weren’t, but his touch seemed like velvet. He acted and looked just like he did on the screen. Absolutely perfect.

All too soon our conversation was over and he left. And I remained frozen, clutching onto to the staircase railing. Hector, our cameramen, obviously recognizing a woman in distress, asked me how I was doing. I told him the truth–I couldn’t move. My knees had locked. Hector found it amusing . . .I didn’t.

A Writer’s Pursuit…

Of Inspiration and Answers

by Michele Cwiertny

Yep, Iâ€™m looking forward to reading your answersâ€¦

How many of you are able to write stories set in the area where you live? I bet there are a lot of you out there. And if youâ€™re one of them, I just have to sayâ€¦Luuuucky. 🙂

Yeah, I donâ€™t happen to be one of those writers. That is to say, my stories tend to have more energy, more vibrance when theyâ€™re set somewhere else, such as in another state, in another country, or even in a different time period. Sure, I can write a story set in California as long as itâ€™s a historical. But a contemporary? Well, letâ€™s just say the thought of poking needles in my eyes almostâ€”ALMOST–seems preferable to the amount of revising I have to do in order to make the scenes come alive for me. Itâ€™s ugly. ::shudder::

But why? Why? WHY?! Iâ€™d love to be able to put to use what I already know about a fantastic location, especially one where Iâ€™ve lived nearly my entire life, one that has so much to offerâ€”one likeâ€¦oh, say, Orange County? I mean, that only makes sense, right?

Sigh. I guess Iâ€™m just a slave to my characters. Right now, they refuse to talk to me if I force them to stay here in contemporary Southern California. LOL!

So, what about you?

1. Are you inspired by your surroundings?
2. Do you prefer to write about locations outside of where you live?
3. Do you do both?
4. Do you think I need therapy for being a slave to my characters?

Canâ€™t wait to hear from you!

Michele

Michele Cwiertny writes dark paranormal romance set waaaaay on the other side of the countryâ€¦Seriously, nowhere near Orange County, CA (just in case her characters are reading this). To find out more about her writing, please visit www.michelecwiertny.com and her blog, Michele’s Writing Corner.

Today is “Work in Your Bathrobe Day”

by Jina Bacarr

If you’re like me, you’re reading this blog in your bathrobe. We’re not alone. February 11, 2007 is the sixth annual â€œDoing Business in Your Bathrobe Day,â€ a time to celebrate the freedom of working at home. According to a press release from Webmonz.com, more than 4.5 million home business owners have waved goodbye to the pressures of the corporate rat race and have settled into a more balanced and better quality of lifeâ€¦working from home.

I’m one of them. I spend my workday in my bathrobe in front of my computer writing hot sex. It sure beats hitting the freeway. And my coffee never gets cold.

It’s not just we writers working at home. Kristie Tamsevicius, co-founder of Webmomz.com, a site that empowers women who have chosen to work from home, views having a home business as the ultimate life balancer. â€œSome people may think that living and working under the same roof creates more stress, but in fact, just the opposite is true. Working from home gives you the freedom to schedule your work around your life, rather than the other way around. That way you can create a life that you truly love.â€

I’d like to take her philosophy one step further. Many working women often have trouble fitting sex into their schedule, but I’ve discovered that writing about sex is like having foreplay eight hours a day. And after work? Doing research is part of the job. Does it get any better than this?

So take Kristie’s advice and celebrate your entrepreneurial spirit by mapping out a new business planâ€”one that makes the bathrobe your power suit. Or in the case of my characters, your birthday suit. They often spend the day not wearing any clothes. I, on the other hand, have no intention of giving up my bathrobe.

What are you wearing while you’re reading this?

Inquiring OCC minds want to knowâ€¦

Check out my video podcast in my bathrobe:

Webmomz.com will hold a random drawing for a $50 gift certificate for a bathrobe from Victoria’s Secret, as well as for a host of other prizes.

Best,
Jina

Jina Bacarr is the author of The Blonde Geisha , Naughty Paris, Tokyo Rendezvous, a Spice Brief, and Spies, Lies and Naked Thighs, an erotic spy thriller, March 2008. Check out my MySpace page for Breezy Malone, the heroine in my spy thriller.

“Get Caught in the Act!”

It’s Worth It

MAKING LISTS

by Kitty Bucholtz

When I was thinking about my column this month, I couldnâ€™t think of one single thing to write about. Some days Iâ€™m so happy with life, that niggling guilt thatâ€™s always in the back of my mind when Iâ€™m not working â€“ well, it just goes away! And today, I couldnâ€™t help but list all the things Iâ€™ve spent time on this week â€“ even when I thought I shouldâ€™ve been writing â€“ that added some unexpected happiness.

Choir practice, even though I thought I was too busy to go
Talking to strangers, even when I was busy
Calling my mom, even though I was busy
Enjoying a few chapters of reading, even when I shouldâ€™ve been writing
Cuddling and watching TV with my honey, even if I shouldâ€™ve been working
Thanking God for future blessings, even though I canâ€™t see them yet
Supporting a friend by walking the picket line with her, even when Iâ€™m busy
Taking a moment to enjoy the stars, even when Iâ€™m tired
The joy of telling a story, even if only to myself today

Iâ€™m sure this list isnâ€™t complete, but you get the picture. And the thing I noticed was that my writing energy improved after each of these things! But you know, even if it hadnâ€™t helped my writing, some things in life are just worth it.

Kitty Bucholtz writes romantic comedies because, well, she lives one! She wrote her first book in the NBC cafeteria, the second snowed in at a Reno hotel, and the third from a tiny apartment in Sydney. Even though she loves talking about, writing about, and teaching about writing, sheâ€™s pretty sure she knows at least three people who arenâ€™t writers.

Things That Make Me Go Mmmruh . . .

The Perfect Climax

by Geralyn Ruane

Every few years or so I dust off Touch Not the Cat by Mary Stewart and reread it, just so I can get to page 227, when Bryony runs out into the moonlit orchard and â€“ well, I wonâ€™t tell you – but itâ€™s the best part of the story.

And Iâ€™ll bet that everyone knows the feeling Iâ€™m talking about â€“ reading a dog-eared book or watching a favorite movie just to get to that scene that makes you go mmmruh! We donâ€™t skip ahead to the incandescent chapter, or fast forward to the culminating scene, because without the build up, the climax is a let down. Captain Wentworth’s striding in and asking for Anne in front of everyone wouldn’t grab you by the guts and never let go without that preceding heartbreak, betrayal, belittling and loneliness.

Build-up, climax, bliss â€“ itâ€™s the pulse of romance . . . and sports.

I watch sports to feel the thrill when that 3-point shot at the buzzer wins the game, when that amazing catch in the end zone defies physics, when that guy nobody ever heard of knocks out an invincible champion, when that bunch of college kids ices a communist powerhouse.

A romance writing friend once commented, â€œGeralyn, thatâ€™s why there are highlights.â€

But come on! Who wants to read a romance that catalogs scene after scene of the heroine and her man having great sex because they are just so in love and their lives couldnâ€™t be more perfect? Highlight reels provide no more than superficial thrills. But when you know whatâ€™s at stake in the contest, and when you sweat as you watch the fight, the pay-off is visceral. Mmmruh . . .

Romance, like sports, is an aching quest for the moment of perfect climax.

Why else was this Sundayâ€™s Super Bowl XLII the most watched thing ever on TV, second only to the final episode of M*A*S*H? Are there so many Patriots and Giants fans out there? Maybe, but I suspect the game’s popularity was due to not just the foreplay, but more significantly, the guarantee of an explosive climax.

As Sports Illustrated so succinctly says, “The Super Bowl would be either a CORONATION or a COLOSSAL UPSET.” In one corner is a smug, undefeated, championship team who wants to make history by becoming the only NFL franchise to go 19-0 in a season. In the other corner is a scrappy wild card team who had unexpectedly beaten redoubtable play-offs rivals to become the second-worse franchise ever to make it to the Super Bowl. New Yorkâ€™s Plaxico Burress predicts a 23-17 Giants win. Tom Brady laughs at a press conference at the notion of his Patriots scoring a mere 17 points. Can the New York defense stop the locomotion of the New England offense? Tom Brady looms infallible – can Eli Manning, league leader in interceptions thrown during the regular season, step up?

As it turns out, Plaxico is wrong. The Giants hold the Patriots to 14 points, not 17, thanks to a defense that sacks Tom Brady 5 times and breaks up the Hail Mary. And in the last 2 minutes of the game, Patriots on top by 4, young Eli steps up. Courtesy of an offensive line that wouldn’t quit, he breaks out of a near-sack to throw to third-string receiver David Tyree who makes one of the most amazing catches in NFL history. Seriously, who catches a football with his head? A final pass to Plaxico in the end zone, and those scrappy Giants win the Super Bowl.

It was the perfect climax.

Geralyn Ruane’s new favorite numbers are 18 and 1. She co-hosts the radio show Better Times After 50 on AdviceRadio.com when she’s not drinking chocolate milk straight from the spoon or writing humorous women’s fiction. Her short story â€œJane Austen Meets the New York Giantsâ€ is published in the New York Times Bestselling anthology The Right Words at the Right Time Volume 2.