I love deadlines, and it’s not because of the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. For me, deadlines are the best way of assuring that something gets done.
Throughout Reseda this month, there have been signs on vacant buildings saying, “Put a bookstore here” and “Put a cool cafe here.” But what would Reseda look like when the vacant storefronts have used record stores and art galleries? Let me show you around Orange Plaza.
Today, I got myself a new book, a backpack for my laptop, and a 16 GB USB drive. We then went as a family out to BJ’s Restaurant for my son’s birthday dinner and had one of their famous Pizookies for dessert.
Why did I bring this up? It’s a reminder of what we all need to do: Do something nice for ourselves.
I’m at the part of my rewrite where I’m working on my main antagonist. One of my reviewers felt that this character was stereotyped. Looking at the character and the aspects of the person’s (underdeveloped) personality, I can see that the reviewer was right. I also had to battle that character’s stereotype of being a villain.
But how do I make a character less stereotyped?
On the morning of January 17, 1994, we were asleep in our condo in Laguna Niguel, California. My daughter, who was only a little over six months old, was asleep in her crib.
I felt the shaking before. I lived in Reseda when the 1971 Sylmar quake hit. I was 9 and that was my first earthquake. After the shaking stopped, I went back to sleep. It wasn’t until I saw the damage on the news and heard that we might have to evacuate if the Van Norman Dam broke that I knew earthquakes were something to fear. I was in Orange County during the 1987 Whittier quake. After the shaking stopped, I finished getting dressed and went to work.
The 1994 quake was different.