Up early again, which is a strange habit to keep when you have jetlag. I went for internet and coffee again, then deposited my laptop in the room and went over to the workshop.
When I got there Schon asked me if I had the quarter with Mississippi on it (my mum asked me to collect the ones with the states on them), and when I went to check I realised I didn't have my wallet.
I let Tim know I'd be a bit late, and dashed back to the hotel. Fortunately I'd left the wallet in my room, rather than the coffee shop. I expected everyone to have started without me when I got back, but they hadn't, and apparently I earned cool points for not having freaked out over having lost my wallet on the wrong side of the Atlantic. But as I pointed out, it wasn't actually lost until I confirmed it wasn't where I could find it.
We had a trip up the Hollywood Library then, on foot. If I'd known I'd have worn my sneakers! We got to see a load of things to take pictures of on the way--the Chinese Theatre, the Hollywood sign, Ray Bradbury's star on the pavement. K.D. was at the back to manage the stragglers, to make sure we didn't get lost, because I wasn't the only one doing it!
The library looked huge on the outside, but there weren't as many books inside as you might expect. We ended up in the kids' section, where I followed the workshop advice and looked there for information (the reason being that there's a better chance that you'll understand what you're researching). I ended up with a history of calendars, an encyclopaedia, and a How Things Work book. By this time I was thinking "clocks are cool, let's see how they work!" and I had the germ of a story.
We'd been told to get lunch and go back to the workshop once we were finished, so some of us decided to get Mexican on the way back. This proved to be a mistake, since it took ages for the food to arrive, and ages to sort the bill out. We ended up sending two of the guys on ahead to let the workshop tutors know we were delayed.
When we finally got back to the workshop we were given the pep-talk for the interview task: don't talk to anyone creepy, don't get in a van (even if they have a puppy!) and be careful. And then we were thrown out into the heat of the afternoon to talk to strangers.
The first guy I spoke to was a jerk and wouldn't talk to me. I could feel myself turning crispy by then so I popped back to the hotel to top up my sunscreen. After that I tried again and spoke to a pirate selling balloon cutlasses, who attacked me with one when I refused to buy it. I have to say, I was hating every minute of the task at this point, so I bought some essentials (water and fruit) and headed back to the workshop.
We swapped stories until 5pm (and it seemed that everyone had a better time than I did, except Jordan who was chased), and then we were sent away to spend 24 hours writing a story and everyone scattered.
Fiona had the desk in the room, so I went down to the lobby. It proved to be a mistake as it was very dark and the laptop screen hurt my eyes. After a while Grá and Heather came down to write too, so we pushed the tables together.
Or at least Heather and Grá carried on. I sat there while they typed and struggled to think of anything. I had a first line, but not much more, and by the time Gary came down and mentioned food I was starting to despair of writing anything at all.
We went to dinner in the restaurant attached to the hotel, where I had a hotdog and fries, and actually managed to eat most of it. Afterwards we went back to writing, but my brain was jelly so I gave up and went to bed. Once again: jetlag sucks!