Time does fly when you're having fun because, somehow, I've been in Los Angeles for a month now. I’m a British writer and I feel as if my feet haven't touched the ground from the second I got here; maybe because they haven't. I've been rushing around — like the proverbial blue-ass fly — going to scriptwriter meetings, conferences, networking events, workshops and lunches with people I might be able to work with in the future.
Being in L.A. is, obviously, a much faster-paced environment than Fort Bragg, the small town in beautiful Mendocino County I lived in for four months in northern California; I had a tiny log cabin in the middle of huge Redwood trees.