Before twitter there were fan letters: Dear Mr. Redford

November 12, 1973 Dear Bob  Mr. Redford,I just had to write to tell you how hot and sexy talented, I think you are.  Laura and I bickered over who was more desirable — Robert Redford or Clint Eastwood — with as much fervor as we girls once debated who our favorite Beatle was, Paul or John, George or Ringo. Laura's mother, tiny Corky, curled up in her easy chair with a ciggie and a cup of tea, pronounced both actors 'tall drinks of water'. This was so long before  water became such a desirable commodity that we actually had to buy it by the bottle, back in the seventies when water was still free even in the once desert lands of Los Angeles, that I never quite understood the praise. But yes, Redford could put his shoes under my bed any time, as our mothers might have said, mostly about men whose paths they would likely never cross. I had it so bad for Robert Redford after seeing The Way We Were ; wishing I were Barbara Streisand with her impossibly long eleg

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Sim Carter

Some of my credits include  Beach Music in the Los Angeles Times Sunday magazineLast Dance in Purdue U's Skylark Literary Journal;
The Arab boy who took out his eye under the title Double Vision in the South Bay Reader. The Good Men Project featured 7 Reasons Older Women Love Older Men in The Good Men Project; Doing Nothing in Chldren. I was a regular monthly contributing writer to 805Living Magazine for several years while various other pieces appeared in LA Family, Parents, and the Daily Breeze. For more see Out of Order.

About the work available to read here  

While you'll find mostly memoir, I also have those moments when I write about what I want to write about. A mishmash of rants and raves, odes to Britain, love letters to France, reflections of living here in Los Angeles and the occasional film-centric piece ala this series of posts about working on That Thing You Do. Like the L.A. freeways, it’s kind of crowded and all over the place.

I trace my love of reading back to my mum who used to take me on regular trips to the library where we'd depart with stacks and stacks of books—the maximum allowed— in our arms. You can find my pieces reflecting on my mother's life and demise due to Alzheimer's at Songs of My Mother.

Why the blog?
"Sharing my life's stories, just trying to get it all down before I'm too old to remember, that's the whole point of this website. A book? I'm working on two. The memoir collection and a novel set in the world of advertising in the 1970s."

People who don’t know me very well call me Sweet Sim. I don't know why. The alliterative appeal, probably. Or they imagine my vanilla exterior coats a similarly inoffensive inside. My family, my friends, my husband, can all assure you, I am not sweet. 

It’s not as though I'm an ax murderer or anything quite so evil. It’s just that like many of you, I have a checkered past littered with my fair share of mistakes. Some of which I share with you here on the Memoir section of the site. Born lazy, I'm hoping to slack off on the work and sneak a few of these pieces in a book currently in progress under the working title About a Boy. What do you think? Too derivative? 

Also on the agenda, a Bildungsroman novel in the final throes of a last edit (I hope!) and then the hunt for the right agent. Bildungsroman for those who don’t know is a fancy-schmancy word for coming of age, particularly appropriate perhaps when your main character isn’t a teenager but a 23-year-old protagonist named Alex, short for Alexandra.

More on Alex when the time is right. In the meantime, more About Sim. Born in Britain in the '50s, my parents wandering ways meant our family of five—an older brother, a younger sister—spent a few years in Tripoli and Turkey prior to coming to North America in the early 1960s. Coming of age in Canada with the British Invasion before the family took a detour to Puerto Rico and finally landing in L.A. I've worked as a journalist, a copywriter, realtor, a media buyer, a Universal Studios tour guide, a substitute teacher, a film & television production coordinator and likely a few others my brain is too addled to recall.

I've also embarked on a virtual adventure, taking an imaginary walking tour of London. Tag along on my journey as I follow Above Ground on the London Underground

Like everyone else in Hollywood, I have a script in a drawer. My husband works in the film business and our son is a fledgling writer/director teaching himself the ropes. 

Visit my book-to-movie appreciation site at Chapter1-Take1, where I share my fascination with big-screen adaptations.