So much of the Wilfair world is tied to place, or Place, if you prefer. Buildings and rooms and hallways and elevators and kitchens and canyons are all featured prominently. The pool is certainly a place, and is a pivot point for the stories.
And the corner of Wilshire and Fairfax in Los Angeles, California? It's a place, too, and a real place at that.
Writing these books has given me what I hoped for most of all: a little place I've enjoyed building and decorating and tending to, too. I'm feeling reflective at the start of this year, and grateful, for the many gifts (and the handful of lessons) of Wilfair.
Meeting readers is principally and forever the number one gift I've enjoyed. Second is the thrill of writing about the Wilfair people and that world. And third is carving out the wee place I wanted. Just a corner, here on the internet or on someone's tablet. Nice.
I do think of it as a corner, but then I happen to think in corners. The Wilfair Hotel shares a city corner with the Motel Fairwil. Corners are meeting places, too, when people are coming from perpendicular streets. (I won't look too deeply into that and how that applies to the books.)
Anywho, if you've read through to the end of "Stay Awhile," you probably know I'm a fan of surprising gifts of the non-material and lasting sort. Last year was a great year for that, and I'm hoping there are more gifts here, this year, for you, too.
Now my post-flu philosophizing is coming to a slow, creaky end. Next post'll probably be about Monty. I feel like talking about him and his handsome hair as we head into the weekend. I may have a photo to share, too, courtesy of Ms. Carly!
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