Oh, Los Angeles. You know I love you! Why do you have to treat me so nicely! It makes it hard to leave. Even though this trip was short on the tacos (a massive oversight) and somehow did not include a trip to the Museum of Jurassic Technology, it did include lots of time in the pool and actual work on my novel. So there’s that. And then, to cap it all off, I had a fabulous time at Skylight last night. Allow me to show you, won’t you?

My high school is very good at making beautiful girls. I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about them.

This is a scary face, but Robey isn't scary. He's going to open a bookstore in Highland Park, which is the neighborhood that everyone who's anyone is moving to.

Jennifer Bastian is one of Milwaukee's finest, which is really saying something, because Milwaukee has made a lot of very fine people. (See: Straub, Peter; Straub, Susan)

Emily is so awesome that she came to my reading even though she had the day off from Skylight. Now that's love.

Christine was mad because she got caught in traffic for two hours. There was a raver riot (yes, you read that correctly) somewhere on Hollywood Blvd.
All is not lost, though–we’re heading to the airport to go to San Francisco, where I have a reading at the Booksmith tonight. 7:30. I can’t promise brownies, but I do promise love.
I’ll be back soon, LA.
Yours, dripping in sunshine and happiness,
Emma





















