A powerful memory has its limits and I think I’ve definitely reached mine.

Making contacts and building relationships is hard work, but can sometimes pay off. A manager picks up my script and loves it.

I barely have enough time and energy to keep up with one life. The crossroads are approaching.

An upcoming one-on-one interview unlike any other celebrity interview I’ve ever been on. It could be awesome or embarrassing.

The pleasures of writing, the frustrations of miscommunication and the agony of waiting.

A quick glance back at where I’ve come from and where I am now in terms of my writing career.

It takes a particular kind of driver to deal with Los Angeles traffic without spontaneously combusting or running people off the road.

Trying to catch up on some writing during this legitimate sick day from work.

If you’ve been following the news, you’ve probably heard mention of the fires that are engulfing Southern California. If you live in Southern California, then that’s all that’s on the news right now. It’s nothing new for us. Fires seem to be more frequent then earthquakes these days — at least memorable ones — not counting the one we had a couple of months ago that was epicentered right below Chino Hills, where I live. Anyway, I’ve always viewed California fires the way I imagine most non-Californians do: with a certain level of detachment since it’s just happening on TV.

I had the worse allergies today. The kind where I’ve sneezed and sniffled so much that it’s given me a headache.

It’s a quarter after 10 p.m. as I start this post. I have a fresh Venti Quad Toffee Nut Latte from Starbucks sitting on my desk to see me through the night. The cup has the old logo on it with the double-tailed mermaid modestly hiding her breasts from view. Did Starbucks cave to the small uproar over the new logo, which shows some nipplage? Did they switch back to the old logo? Someone is starving on the streets of New York and these are the issues that weigh heavy on my mind. Oh well. That’s just the way I roll.

Maybe it isn’t like this for all writers. Maybe I just do things the hard way, but I’ll admit that I hate writing close to 100% of the time. The process is laborious and I’m too slow at it. I hate that my fingers and my mind can’t keep up with the essence of what I want to communicate. Then, of course, there are the times that I have to look up the spelling, definition and/or exciting synonym of a word, which only slows the process down even more. And who can forget the rewriting process that can sometimes be longer than the initial writing? That’s not to say that I always hate writing. On the rare occasion, the planets align just as the Moon’s gravity waxes or wanes to the perfect complement and I’m able to string together a phrase that hits all the right notes and, more importantly, says exactly what I wanted to say.