I recently wrote about the growing appeal of a gaycation
due to my being so isolated where I live. Now I’ve gone and done what I thought
I’d never do. I’ve booked a summer vacation in West Hollywood.
San Francisco would be nicer, but I have another reason for choosing
a destination with “Hollywood” in its name. I have completed screenplays and
television spec scripts that need to get in the hands of Steven Spielberg, Ryan
Murphy and Chuck Lorre. I need agents to aggressively woo me. How wonderful to
have Emma Thompson and Ben Affleck negotiating for me to collaborate with them
on their next writing projects!
Dream big, right?
You see, I’m not just delusional about finding love, I’m
dreaming like a sixteen-year-old of overnight success in the entertainment
industry. (I just happen to be 3 sixteen-year-olds rolled into one. Sometimes
you have to spin that silly age number.)
While awaiting that momentous day when I find the love of my
life AND I’m signed to CAA, I can continue to write, work out and reconnect
with a few L.A. friends I am still in touch with after moving nineteen years
ago. I’m also attending the 3-day summer conference of the Society of
Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI), an event I attended three
years ago and found to be massively inspiring. (I also have several picture
book, middle grade and young adult manuscripts at various stages of
completion.)
Just booking the trip has triggered a sense of renewal, a
twinge of hope and something to look forward to beyond a way of living that has
become a comfortable rut.
Perhaps I will have a more updated view of what it means to
be gay and I may discover cultural references more current than “Will &
Grace” and Andy Gibb. Or maybe I’ll just find a kindred spirit who spouts off
favorite moments involving Jack & Karen (& Rosario). Maybe he’ll even
just want to be my everything.
As my first true gaycation is still in the anticipation
phase, anything can happen.
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