Waiting For Lola

One night at a party up in the Hollywood Hills, while I was nursing a Martini and having carnal knowledge of the olive, I was sitting pool side. It was an extravagant pool, very similar to the one at Caesar's in Vegas.  I was staring over at the diving board and the under water light was casting this eerie lunar glow-- that is when I saw the lovely Lola Falana doing back strokes from one side to the other. I watched her with rapt attention. It must've been about 1975. Anyway, it was a night that would change my life forever and fire the loins of my creativity. From then on I became obsessed with Lola and wanted to be everywhere she was. I would follow her to clubs and restaurants and even the beauty salon. This obsession never went away. It inspired my novel Waiting for Lola, about a fan who was so driven by his love for an actress that he committed murder for her and then took his own life by giving himself a Viking funeral pyre.