Fresh linen sheets. I love when the cleaning lady comes. The fresh smells she leaves behind her. As soon as she arrives I am forced into action. Clearing, folding and stripping. The first week she came she broke an 18th century plate. I was sad but I didn’t really care-my attitude toward other people breaking my stuff is that at least it was used and enjoyed.
There are some exceptions.
I lent a 12-inch Venini handkerchief vase to Korda Marshall when his then wife Felicity had her baby. They returned it in pieces. The vase would be worth $11, 000 now. I wrote to him recently asking him to replace it. He ignored my email. Korda is head of Warner Records UK.
I loved that vase, it was a gift from Matilda, Duchess of Argyll and I had carried it from Ardfern in the Scottish Highland all the way home to Whitstable on a bus. When Richard Green and I first opened the Whitstable Oyster Company we filled it every day with fresh cornflowers. Of course it could never be properly replaced but occasionally one chances upon one at an auction and would love to buy it.
Still winding down from Sex Rehab. It feels odd not to have somewhere to go on a Sunday night. I suppose I have the same feeling of loss that people have described to me here on these pages. I liked revisiting the Rehab even though it frustrated me. I liked to remember the process.
So many unexpected doors have opened since I started writing this blog. Another literary agent contacted me yesterday and I am going to take meetings with them all when I go to New York next week. I like literary agents. They are very different from Hollywood agents. Hollywood agents are like Wall Street traders: crude, indifferent.
I found a short story about the Twin Towers that I had written last year. I found the first chapter of my novel. I diligently sent them off to the nice agent Jake B at Rob Weisbach Creative Management. Now all I have to do is stay out of the result.
After I do the work; it’s none of my business what happens next. I used to be one of those guys who worried about when he would hear back, when they would read it, see it, make a decision. Thankfully I am delivered from that particular hell.
I discovered some 13 years ago that my tearing my hair out would not alter the result.
There is absolutely no point in fretting about the outcome. What will be will be. I’m not saying that I wasn’t relieved/upset to find out that I had got the grant, was HIV negative, he wasn’t interested etc. etc. But I saved the feeling for after the fact rather than before it.
The house in Malibu is vacation rented to people from Hawaii who arrived at midnight the day before yesterday. In the morning I received a flurry of text messages and calls from them claiming that I had scammed them, that the house was nothing like I had described it. It quickly transpired that they were calling from somebody else’s house. The following morning, after some testy phone calls, the Vacation Renter called me to apologize for their foolish mistake.
Goats from Santa Barbra. Must buy goat. Why goats? Well, brush clearance for a start. The house is situated in the highly flammable Santa Monica Mountains and every year I have to pay $3000 to have the brush cleared around the house. The last fire stopped 150 feet from my front door. Goats eat brush.
Also, Birria is a delicious Mexican goat dish. I love eating goat. I get to drink goat milk. Do you remember eating that delicious braised goat on that private, secluded beach with Philippa and Louise on Patmos? A truly memorable meal. A man in a shack with a pot of boiling goat. Delicious.
I have even thought about becoming a vegetarian but I think the deal I will have with myself is this: If I have grown it or bought or bartered for it from the abundant land then I can eat it. By the way, I am including vacation rental income in this equation. I don’t expect to survive on half a pound of plums and a mango.
I wonder how much goats cost? I have to make these calls on January 1st. There are over 50 goat-grazing services in California so I don’t think that the acquiring of a goat will be much of a problem.
I have already located a woman who helps plan and plant vegetable gardens. I have a meeting with her in January so will report then. Many people have written to me offering advice and I will get back to you as soon as I can.
My lease here in Hollywood expires in April so I have until then to get things into order so I can move back and fully take the reigns of my new Malibu Hill Billy life.