I slept rough and woke a few times with cramps in my right leg...possibly from standing too much. I don't know. So today wasn't the best for me. I tried to get some of UG reworked but mostly piddled, going through boxes of paperwork and crap...until I found an old picture I'd torn out of a magazine.
When I described Reg, I thought I was going off a photo I took 4 years ago, in London, of a guy on the Underground. He's the one who got the whole book started, the way he was sitting there, exhausted beyond belief. It built into this story...and now that the book is in a real form, I can see I was using another man I'd met, even years earlier, as the true description of Constable Reginald Brewster Thornton -- a guy named Pavel Novotny.
FWIW -- Pavel was a Czech porn star about 16-17 years ago. That, in and of itself, isn't such a big deal; I was living in LA and that town was full of them. I'd see them at the gym I went to, clubs, a private movies premier, you name it. And I saw Pavel when I was collecting my mail at the West Hollywood Post Office. On a rainy Saturday morning.
He drove up in a Land Rover. Parked in the 15 minute zone. Came inside and got his mail then sorted through it on a table...and I stopped cold. He was wearing a Gansey sweater, brown corduroy slacks and looked exactly like his photos...no, he looked better. Something about him radiated innocence and awareness. I went all fan-girl and said something dumb like, "Hi, I like your work." He smiled at me, said, "Thank you," in a vaguely Bela Lugosi accent, and left. And I think I giggled.
It was finding his photo in a jacket and black t-shirt that made me realize he was the image I had built of Reg, in UG. So I did this sketch. It's sloppy, but it seemed to set me right and I got to page 177 of the polish. I also cut out about 8 pages and may put them in, later, but not sure where, yet.
He stopped doing porn and got married, years ago...yet I still think of him, now and then...even more than I realized. Which is funny, because he's not my type. And yet...I wish I'd had a chance to do more than make a fool of myself. Talk with him. Learn more about his reality.
I'll be changing my cover to use his face...and this is the first step...
When I described Reg, I thought I was going off a photo I took 4 years ago, in London, of a guy on the Underground. He's the one who got the whole book started, the way he was sitting there, exhausted beyond belief. It built into this story...and now that the book is in a real form, I can see I was using another man I'd met, even years earlier, as the true description of Constable Reginald Brewster Thornton -- a guy named Pavel Novotny.
FWIW -- Pavel was a Czech porn star about 16-17 years ago. That, in and of itself, isn't such a big deal; I was living in LA and that town was full of them. I'd see them at the gym I went to, clubs, a private movies premier, you name it. And I saw Pavel when I was collecting my mail at the West Hollywood Post Office. On a rainy Saturday morning.
He drove up in a Land Rover. Parked in the 15 minute zone. Came inside and got his mail then sorted through it on a table...and I stopped cold. He was wearing a Gansey sweater, brown corduroy slacks and looked exactly like his photos...no, he looked better. Something about him radiated innocence and awareness. I went all fan-girl and said something dumb like, "Hi, I like your work." He smiled at me, said, "Thank you," in a vaguely Bela Lugosi accent, and left. And I think I giggled.
He stopped doing porn and got married, years ago...yet I still think of him, now and then...even more than I realized. Which is funny, because he's not my type. And yet...I wish I'd had a chance to do more than make a fool of myself. Talk with him. Learn more about his reality.
I'll be changing my cover to use his face...and this is the first step...
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