I’m going to LA for a few days, you know, to do some business on the coast. LOL. Seriously, I’m taking some “meetings.” My clothes are all over my bed. My 11 year old daughter is laughing at me. I don’t know how to dress in NYC, let alone LA. I mean, of course, all black in NYC, but LA? Is white the new black?

Last week, a fifty-something producer from LA came to our office. He was wearing jeans, a cashmere sweater, and ginormous white leather sneakers (Converse?), and he had the most astounding case of bed head, as if he set up a little tent on his head. I want to wear jeans and sneakers but something tells me I have to wear slacks, a jacket and SHOES. WTF, I’ll figure it out.

More important, what am I taking to read on the plane? 80 pages of a client’s new novel. 150 pages of the end of a client’s memoir. And a huge manuscript by a novelist who has turned to true crime. I’m totally psyched. Great stuff.

What do you have on your Kindle? (I actually don’t have a Kindle.)

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