The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
December 2, 2004

Black Berry

The Burbank airport is everything that Idaho is not: quite small and crowded with TV movie crewpeople flying to Vancouver. The air around me is heavy with excitement. Or it could be the odor of the nearby Cinnabonn. Likely it is both. I make this entry, Diary, on a curious little device a young woman was kind enough to loan to me. With my sunglasses and black beret on I probably look like a seasoned DP just tapped for a Lifetime flick. So be it. In any case, Johnny Reilly and his girlfriend will be making their first trip up to the lodge for dinner. I know he can behave himself, I just hope he and Constance get along. This little planner is no bigger than my phone. My thumbs hurt.