Tinsel Town
Okay, so I didn’t post yesterday. I basically took my own sweet time actually hitting the road. I drove through snow (near our house), amazing fog outside of Santa Fe, some rain storms, sun daggers streaming down through the broken clouds, rainbows, and stopped driving when I reached Kingman Arizona. Andy Devine was from Kingman. There is an Andy Devine Blvd. I stayed there in a Holiday Inn Express. The front desk recommended a steakhouse or an Italian restaurant. I was dubious about the Italian restaurant. I should have risked it. The steakhouse was the kind of place where you could win a Harley. I’m not all that fond of big slabs of moo, but I knew I needed some protein. I decided to try the chicken fried steak (I had a southern mother, what can I say). Well, it was truly awful making it very easy to keep losing weight. 
I headed back to the hotel, watched the ends of several movies, and went to sleep.
After hitting the breakfast bar at the hotel I got back on the road. My little car was a dream on the freeway. Since it’s a two seater sportscar I had feared it wouldn’t be comfortable for long distances, but it is more comfortable than my sedan used to be. Yesterday I listened to music — first the Met broadcast of The Barber of Seville, and then some CDs I had brought. Today I loaded in the first six CD’s of THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE. I’m getting ready for the final Potter book.
I stopped for lunch in Victorville getting off on Roy Roger Blvd. (Are you seeing a trend here). I burbled to my husband Carl about the exact language of the prophecy in the Potter books. I think Rowling is going to do something clever with it. Death is just too simple for her. Anyway, I fortified myself with soup and salad, and then went flying into L.A. It really is wonderful to have your own car on the freeways out here instead of a rental.
I’m now sitting at my friend’s house catching up on email, and writing to the blog. Tomorrow, when I’m more rested, I’ll start to detail how I prepare for a pitch. Explain the pitch. Tell you what you need, in terms of personality, for the pitch.
Melinda