That’s what Dan asked when I told him how great my phone conversation was with my Producer today, a phone call she interrupted only briefly to handle a negotiation regarding the third film in a series that’s thus far grossed 1.2 BILLION dollars (I looked it up).
I didn’t mention the Scotch –– although I easily would have –– but that, inspired by William Goldman’s pragmatism regarding churning it out, I was plunging Full Gallop on the screenplay. Her response was phenomenal.
Like the Apple Store, she is another Holly Golightly Tiffany’s for me –– a Universe where nothing really bad can happen.
[Note: this is NOT naive, soon to be disabused fantasy. God knows, I tend to only hit the Genius Bar, after all, during a crisis not Happy Hour; it’s just that I always know in my heart of hearts that in the end, in my Mac universe, all will indeed END WELL and that the Geniuses are not only committed to using their Powers for Good, but that they are also completely on my side.]
Anyway, the morning began with an 8 am phone conference for a program I enrolled in on Friday –– midway through –- from one of the big self-actualization dudes. Yes, I’m being coy about naming names, but four days in I LOVE IT. I thought that since I was expanding into coaching on a high level via my passion for yoga and law of attraction stuff and my hit on marketing (and a natural know-it-all tendency), I should take a few of the expert’s courses out there as I refine my own.
A magnificent beach walk with Susan and Belle, one where Belle pretty much quintupled (or more) her digging around the stick time (as opposed to a straight-up fetch), frankly achieve great comic heights. At first it seemed like her digging/burying was about dragging a dropped stick back into the water to clean it, but then it seemed like she was just really into the action of stirring up the sand. Quirky and hilarious.
Several AMAZING parking triumphs today –– my two most coveted spots were available each of the four times I returned to them –– beginning with a 9:30 trip to buy Chip Conley’s new book, EMOTIONAL EQUATIONS.
Chip’s a friend of Susan’s and we’re going to his signing party tomorrow and I felt –– inspired by that Gandhi-esque sentiment about “being the change you want to see in the world” –– for a fellow writer, I’d man up and purchase and actually read his book beforehand.
I’ve read a solid 1/3 now and will continue until at least 1/2 before bed, finding lots and lots to admire. His perspective is both strikingly similar and yet completely alien to my own worldview, so it’s an intriguing read.
I may need a mini-break –– last night I watched and loved THE WILD PARROTS OF TELEGRAPH HILL (and by that I mean the documentary, not the very same birds that often wake us up every morning) –– although tonight I am dabbling with the Comedy Central Roast of my fellow Emotional Projector Charlie Sheen.
Emotional Equations, indeed.
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