The following morning, I’m out of bed at five-thirty for bike practice with Doris. She’s ready to go with a thermos of hot coffee. We drive to the bike path in Santa Monica. I manage to creak a smile, but Doris beams.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she says.
We grab our bikes from the car and start to ride. Soon I see that Doris is a skilled bicyclist. My goal is just to keep pace and not collide with anything or anyone. That’s a reasonable plan.
However, when I arrive at work two hours later, my hair’s damp from sweat, and the fog at the beach. The bike ride had been tough, but energized me. Who cares if I had little time to go home, shower and get to work on time?
With Megan not in her cubicle, I sneak into my office and shut my door. There’s not much …show more content…
Do what you gotta do. If the writer has questions, have him or his agent call me.”
“Okay… ” Before he leaves, he lifts the bottle of wine from my deak. “It’s compliments from a writer friend who works down the hall. You met him once at a studio party.”
“Really… tell me how you like it.”
“If you’d like, we can taste it together… later?”
“Sure.”
Once Thom leaves, I go over my notes. When the writer arrives, I address every issue with care and with a light touch. He’s receptive and raises legitimate questions in return. However, his intelligence makes it easy to discuss options for the rewrite. And he has a sense of humor, which is an asset, as well. When he stands to leave, he says, “Looking forward to working with you,” and gives me a hug – perfect.
I leave work at six-thirty. When I reach home, I uncork the wine. Then, I take my pricier wine glasses from the cabinet and the cheese from the refrigerator to soften at room temperature. There’s little time to freshen up, except to brush my teeth, wash my face and apply fresh make-up before Thom arrives.
When he does, we sit on the purple sofa. For a minute, I’m nervous and at a loss what to say. As usual, Thom fills in the
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she says.
We grab our bikes from the car and start to ride. Soon I see that Doris is a skilled bicyclist. My goal is just to keep pace and not collide with anything or anyone. That’s a reasonable plan.
However, when I arrive at work two hours later, my hair’s damp from sweat, and the fog at the beach. The bike ride had been tough, but energized me. Who cares if I had little time to go home, shower and get to work on time?
With Megan not in her cubicle, I sneak into my office and shut my door. There’s not much …show more content…
Do what you gotta do. If the writer has questions, have him or his agent call me.”
“Okay… ” Before he leaves, he lifts the bottle of wine from my deak. “It’s compliments from a writer friend who works down the hall. You met him once at a studio party.”
“Really… tell me how you like it.”
“If you’d like, we can taste it together… later?”
“Sure.”
Once Thom leaves, I go over my notes. When the writer arrives, I address every issue with care and with a light touch. He’s receptive and raises legitimate questions in return. However, his intelligence makes it easy to discuss options for the rewrite. And he has a sense of humor, which is an asset, as well. When he stands to leave, he says, “Looking forward to working with you,” and gives me a hug – perfect.
I leave work at six-thirty. When I reach home, I uncork the wine. Then, I take my pricier wine glasses from the cabinet and the cheese from the refrigerator to soften at room temperature. There’s little time to freshen up, except to brush my teeth, wash my face and apply fresh make-up before Thom arrives.
When he does, we sit on the purple sofa. For a minute, I’m nervous and at a loss what to say. As usual, Thom fills in the