“What If?” is a Powerful Tool

by Guest Blogger on April 30, 2013 · 12 comments

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KathrynLeighScottGuest Blog by Kathryn Leigh Scott, author of Down and Out in Beverly Heels

During Q & A at book signings, I’m sometimes asked, “How do you get your ideas?” Well, we all have ideas for stories to tell, and everyone has a book or two in them that they would like to write. But I think this question really has to do with finding the way to tell a story. Where do those ideas that weave a story together spring from?

For me, as an actor and a writer, “what if?” is the powerful tool that jump starts my imagination and provides me with the means to create. As an actor developing a character, you discover that a role begins to inhabit you and you start seeing the world through another pair of eyes. As a writer, you find yourself thinking as that character inside you and become aware of things you hadn’t noticed before. “What if?” was a major component of my thought process writing
Down and Out in Beverly Heels
, which is the story of a beloved actress who lives in comfort and security, then loses everything. Her newlywed husband is discovered to be a conman, who has bilked her and many of her friends, and she ends up living on the streets of Beverly Hills in what she calls her “Ritz-Volvo.” She not only loses her home and material goods, but law enforcement, the press and her friends are all convinced she was somehow involved in the scam. So, what’s like in the aftermath when the paparazzi are no longer on her your doorstep, friends are still shunning you and you’re left “homeless and hiding it” trying to pick up the pieces of your life?

What if this happened to me? How would I survive? I started to see my neighborhood through the eyes of a newly homeless person trying to stay safe, warm and dry, with a roof over her head that came with four wheels and a dashboard. I even parked my Prius curbside at a park one evening imagining myself spending the night there. What if I had no other option? What would I need? What’s the worst possible thing that could happen and how would I handle it? I managed to sit in my car, with the doors locked and the window open barely an inch, imagining “what if?” until I could no longer bear it. Then I drove home… because, fortunately, I have a home. Much of what I sat there imagining gave me the ideas necessary for writing the section in
Down and Out in Beverly Heels
excerpted here.

Down and out in Beverly HeelsActress Meg Barnes, homeless and living in her car, hopes to spend the night in a safer place than parked at the curb of a local park for the night. She needs a good night’s sleep because she’s got a job guest-starring in a TV pilot.

I park up the street in a cul de sac off the main road. Then, my overnight bag slung on my shoulder, I slip through a break in a boxwood hedge. In the shadow of a sycamore tree, I pause, listening to the sounds of the night. The lights are off in Marjorie Singleton’s house, my benefactor tucked in for the night. I don’t know Marjorie well, though whenever I voted, it was in Marjorie’s clean, spacious garage, her Bentley parked on the street to make way for a bank of polling booths on election day. I’m sure Marjorie, if she knew, would be only too happy to extend a neighborly welcome to me.

It’s Wednesday: Marjorie’s son, who lives in Encino, is home with his family and won’t stop by again until Friday afternoon, when he’ll bring her Chinese takeaway. I know the rituals; I’ve watched Jake Singleton come and go. This is a safe night, and all is quiet.

I follow the flagstone walkway around the swimming pool, past the rose bed, and turn the knob on the side door to the garage. It’s unlocked, as usual. Inside, I slip quietly along the west wall to the workbench Marjorie’s long-dead husband built, and set down my carryall. I plug my laptop and cellphone into a wall outlet to top up, then move through the darkness to Marjorie’s Bentley. She rarely drives it anymore.

I toss my sleeping bag into the back seat. Tonight I can pack in a good six hours and be gone before the gardeners arrive. On those nights when I’ve had to spend the night in my own car, I remain fully clothed, doors locked, windows open no more than a finger-tip wide.

Usually I find a spot on the street around Holmby Park, the gates to Aaron Spelling’s mansion within spitting distance. Should his ghostly presence be hovering above his former abode, I can imagine his bemusement seeing me camping out a stone’s throw from his old bedroom window. I still get residuals from his shows, blessed checks from repeats of mindless fluff that pay my car insurance and buy me another month at the health club. But those nights parked on the street, hiding under spread newspapers, even with the tinted windows, are the tough ones, the only time it really hits me that I’m homeless.

More accurately, I am without a home. I am not actually a Homeless Person. I always manage to have a roof over my head, even if it comes with four wheels and a dashboard. I’m not a bag lady, a bum. I’m not a thief, though I suppose I’ve stolen a few pennies’ worth of kilowatt juice from Marjorie. But the back seat of an old lady’s car is only temporary accommodation, not Home, Sweet Home. I awaken too often in the night, dozing more often than sleeping.

I slide my legs deeper into my sleeping bag and hug my arms for warmth, trying to stop the rat-wheel of worry spinning in my head. I am far from complacent about the fix I’m in, yet I manage to drift off in welcome sleep.

Moments later -- or is it hours? -- I’m fully awake and alert, every fiber of my being a listening device. What is it? What did I hear? My heart bangs in my ears as I strain to sort out the sounds. The irrigation system kicking in? A squirrel on the roof?

Hearing footsteps falling softly on the flagstone walk, I slide free of my sleeping bag. Who’s coming for me? Who in hell knows I’m here? My fingers close around a small can of pepper spray. I don’t even know that the aerosol works. The container is old and I’ve never had occasion to test it.

The garage door scrapes open. A beam of light arcs across the windshield. A male voice booms. “C’mon out. Now!”

… It’s my Margot Kidder nightmare, a “caught-in-the-headlights” shot of myself disheveled, my arms clutching a sleeping bag, splashed on the cover of a supermarket tabloid: “Former ‘Holiday’ Star Down and Out in Beverly Hills!”

Tears sting my cheeks. Wouldn’t the paparazzi love this shot? Jinx, face puffy, mascara smudged, lurking in someone’s garage. I press my forehead into my sleeping bag, recalling poor Margot, missing her front teeth and in need of meds, cowering in someone’s backyard. What’s my excuse? If I’m busted now, it’s the end of my job next week, the end of pulling myself out of this confounding mess I’m in.

Excerpted from Down and Out in Beverly Heels by Kathryn Leigh Scott, © Montlake Romance 2013

Author Bio: Best known for her role as Josette DuPres, the vampire bride to the reluctant vampire Barnabas Collins in the classic TV series “Dark Shadows,” Kathryn Leigh Scott has established herself as an author and publisher. Her titles include her latest work of fiction Down and Out in Beverly Heels and her debut novel Dark Passages. Nonfiction work include Return to Collinwood, The Bunny Years, Dark Shadows Memories and The Dark Shadows Companion. While continuing her acting career, Kathryn launched Pomegranate Press, Ltd. to publish books about the entertainment industry. Along with such non-fiction fare as guide books, biographies, textbooks, humor and coffee table art books, Kathryn published Coya Come Home, the biography of former Minnesota Congresswoman Coya Knutson, which was optioned for a TV movie, Charlie's Angels Casebook, made into an NBC MOW in 2004, and Hollywood at Your Feet: The Story of Hollywood's Chinese Theatre, which Kathryn co-produced as an American Movie Classics documentary. On the acting front, Kathryn appeared last year in a cameo role in Tim Burton's Dark Shadows, starring Johnny Depp, alongside other members of the original cast, Jonathan Frid, Lara Parker and David Selby. Learn more about Kathryn at www.kathrynleighscott.com.

Buy: Down and Out in Beverly Heels

GIVEAWAY: Want to win a copy? Enter by leaving a comment! For US/CAN readers, choice of print or ebook version, with signed bookmark; readers from other countries receive ebook version. Last day to enter: May 10, 2013.

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1 erinf1 April 30, 2013 at 8:37 AM

Sounds fantastic! Thanks for sharing :)

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2 Garet April 30, 2013 at 8:55 AM

I would love to win. :)

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3 Chris Bails April 30, 2013 at 10:45 AM

This book looks great. Loved the excerpt. Definitely want to read some more. This is also a new author for me. Thanks for the chance to win.

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4 Myra C April 30, 2013 at 3:30 PM

Enjoyed the excerpt, this book sounds like a great fun read! Thanks for the giveaway.

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5 bn100 April 30, 2013 at 8:10 PM

Interesting idea for a book

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6 kathryn Scott May 1, 2013 at 11:04 PM

Thanks for the great comments about my book and the blog piece! Good luck to everyone with the giveaway . . .

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7 heather May 2, 2013 at 9:43 AM

Sounds like a good read. Love the cover.

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8 Linda D May 6, 2013 at 12:59 PM

I’d love to read it :-) Love to win it!

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9 Mindy McNey May 6, 2013 at 5:06 PM

Love the excerpt, title and cover! Can’t wait to read it. Kathryn Leigh, you are very talented! Currently watching all of the “Dark Shadows” DVD’s (TV series). Was too scared as a child to watch! Glad I rediscovered the series along with Kathryn’s books.

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10 Anita Yancey May 7, 2013 at 7:53 AM

It sounds like a really great book. I love the character of Meg and really feel bad for her that she is homeless. I would love to read the book to find out who is catching her in the garage. Please enter me. Thanks!

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11 Meredith May 9, 2013 at 5:21 PM

I would so love to win a print copy of Ms Scott’s book. :)

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12 Moon May 9, 2013 at 8:20 PM

Can’t wait to read this book. “Dark Passages” was excellent and this book promises to be as well.

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