Excerpt from “The Best LAid Plans” by Anne David
Irene had arrived in Los
Angeles at the Greyhound bus station shortly after her twenty-first birthday.
She shed the name Elvira Klotzman in favor of Irene Ross on the long road trip
from the farm in Minnesota. A substantial stash of movie magazines in her
travel bag, the source of her information on how to break into the movies,
reported on the many stars that had changed their names. No shame in doing
that. Better John than Marion, or Marilyn than Norma Jean. Irene seemed
glamorous, but dignified, and there didn’t seem to be any Irenes on the movie
scene right now. Irene Dunne was the last one she knew of, so there wouldn’t be
any confusion with someone else.
The seedy people wandering
around the outside of the bus station and the general dinginess of the street
dismayed Irene, and she realized that she had no idea where to go. She had some
money saved from her waitressing job at the Prairie Café from the last few
years to get her started, and her mother had pressed a twenty-dollar bill into
her hand as she boarded the bus.
“Be careful.” Her mother was
a woman of few words. “You can come home anytime.”
Her father just stood with
his hands in his overall pockets, chewing on a toothpick. “Take it easy, girl.”
None of them was
demonstrative, so no hugs or kisses. She did have a slight lump in her throat
though, because as far as she was concerned she wasn’t coming home again. She
would never return to the backbreaking work of a farm, with the endless chores
and the smell of the place on your clothes and in your hair, and the dirt
always under your fingernails. The long hours aged a person beyond their time.
Look at her mother.
“I’ll write.” And then she
was on her way.
The Rochelle Staub Questions
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What is the weirdest thing
that ever happened to you in Los Angeles?
My daughter’s dog was
running off leash in the Hollywood Hills and came bounding back from the brush
dragging a plastic bag that contained a severed head. Needless to say, he made
the papers and late night TV. The mayor even issued him a commendation
from the City of Los Angeles. That might actually be the weirdest part.
Do you have a yet-to-be
realized L.A. dream?
I’m looking forward to
the day when the L. A. highways, byways, and freeways are trash free.
Why write short stories? Why
write at all? What’s in it for you?
"What’s in it for you?"
and "why write at all?" are two sides of the same question for me. It’s like an
out of body experience in which I can relive an episode from my past, or
project myself into another life altogether. It’s a chance to expand the finite
experiences of a single lifetime into an ever-changing universe. As far as "why write short stories?"… not
every idea merits a book, but most ideas merit the telling.
What is the biggest
challenge to writing to theme?
I wasn’t so much
challenged by the theme as by the word count. That makes you hone the language
and boil the story down to its essence - no sidebars, flights of fancy, or
unrelated facts allowed.
Are the characters in your
story based on you or people you know/met?
I don’t think so, but
then you store a lot in your sub-conscience and it probably comes out in your
characters.
Los Angeles is a patchwork
quilt of different neighborhoods. Why did you pick the area you used for your
story, and how did the area influence your story?
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Are there scenes in your
story based on real life – yours, hearsay, or a news story you read?
The singles bar scene was
a pretty standard one in the 70’s, and characters like Roy were usually lurking
there, waiting for an Irene to come along.
What came first, the
character or the plot?
They came together, but
not as they finally played out in the story. Irene followed me around for days
declaring that she was rich and famous, but had to back down from that position
when her humble farm girl origins began to emerge. But as Irene evolved, so did
the plot.
While you’re writing: music
(what kind?), dead silence, or… ?
I have to write first
thing in the morning. I’m up at six, make a cup of coffee and retreat to my
quiet corner, away from the household traffic and the distractions of email,
TV, or phone calls, which can tempt me back into the real world.
Favorite writing quote –
yours or from someone else…
“Writing is easy. All you
have to do is cross out the wrong words.” Mark Twain
Your writing ritual begins
with…
Reading aloud. I like to hear how the words written
yesterday sound today.
Anne David retired from a
lifetime spent in elementary education and now lives in Pasadena with her
husband, John. She had intentions of beginning a new career writing children’s
books, but somehow she deviated from that plan and turned to murder and mayhem
with a novel, The Accidental Benefactor, followed with another murder in
her short story “The Best LAid Plans.” She has a BA in English, a MA in Reading
Instruction, and a PhD in Literacy and Language Arts. Her children’s book, The
Three Basketeers, is the first in a series developed for the emerging
reader.
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