I'm back in LA and feel like I never left...but it was a chore getting here. My flight out of Buffalo was late and packed and I wound up with a couple of Canadians sitting next to me who were scared of flying and would not shut up. For the four and a half hour flight to Phoenix. The woman next to me finally had a glass of wine and zonked out while the boy got into his book, so I was able to do some editing on POS and planning for what's next, but then she woke and I needed to stretch my legs so the last hour of the flight was shot. Don't get me wrong, they were sweet people; they just could not take a hint that I had other things I wanted to do besides hold their hands while the plane went through some turbulence.
And there was some FUN turbulence landing in Phoenix. Then the second leg of my trip, from Phoenix to LA, got off on time but landed late. Head winds was the excuse. Still I got my car, got the supplies I needed and still made it to the hotel by 7:30. I'm now fed and happy and feeling the 3 hour time difference though not by much since I usually don't go to bed till 1:30 or 2 am anyway.
I learned a long time ago I'm a solitary traveler. I like to go where I want to and change my mind as to what to do and just wander, sometimes. And I don't like to socialize much. Never have, really. Of course, that's one of the reasons I got nowhere in the film biz. 90% of business is done at parties in this town, and to me that's like torture.
ANYway...I brought the printout of POS with me and tried to make it through the first section before hitting LA. And I almost made it. What's nice about having a hard copy is being able to make notes wherever I want when I think of things and outline other things I need. I think I have about 50% of this part written, now that I've had a chance to really look it over, and there are places I repeat myself and have thing happen that need to be taken out or shifted to another part of the book...but I'm comfortable with the direction it's going and Brendan's voice is solid, so far.
Now if I could just figure out some way of keeping people from talking to me on the long flight between Las Vegas and Buffalo...but I have a feeling it's going to be loaded with broke Canadians heading home after doing the things in Vegas that really need to stay there. I think on that flight I'll get an aisle seat.