This is what you call a hijacking.
I have taken over this blog for today. Kyra can use the break. Trust me. She has been tucked away, fingers flying over her keyboard, pounding out her next book (which is one of the most riveting reads I have had in years, by the way) – meeting deadlines the way James Bond diffuses nuclear weapons at the end of his movies.
And today is her birthday – and so this is my gift to her.
Who am I?
I am the man who is going to marry Kyra Davis.
You have read about me in this blog before – although my name was never used (Rod Lurie, by the way). I am the guy who had the on again-off-again-on again-off again -on again-off again- on again- off again- and then finally on again whirlwind with her.
You have also heard about some of the other men who she dated during the “off again” times – but, I am the one, in the end, who now wakes up with her and will do so for the rest of my life.
I am a filmmaker. She’s a novelist. And that’s a big advantage.
We are both creative people and we both need creative people in our lives. Our relationship has been filled with great romance, that is for sure – but few things make us feel closer than when we are both writing at the same time, when we advise one another, when we get excited by the perfect sentences and perfect scenes we see in one another’s work.
Kyra tells me that she knew she could fall in love with me when she saw one of my films.
And I knew that I could fall for Kyra when I first read one of her novels.
On our first date (not really a date – it was our first meeting off of Match.com which is more like a job interview) she brought me one of her Sophie Katz books Vows, Vendettas and a Little Black Dress. Now, this is not the kind of book I normally would be reading. But that night I nonetheless began it .
I was in love. But it wasn’t with Kyra. Not yet. I fell in love with Sophie Katz. She made me laugh, Sophie did, and she turned me on and she was beautiful, or at least so I imagined.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to create a character that other people can fall in love with? Do you know how much talent that takes?
Without even having kissed her I decided that I wanted Kyra in my life. Her talent moved me that much.
Kyra is a gorgeous woman. So that helped. I admit it. I am a man, after all. But I have dated and directed some of the most beautiful women in the world. So, that certainly wasn’t everything.
Here I had found a person who has the beauty of, say, a young Elizabeth Taylor – elegant and sexy- but also an ability to write like some of my favorite authors – Philip Roth, Larry McMurtry, Nora Ephron . I had become impossibly infatuated with Kyra’s talent.
Talent is sexy.
Talent is an aphrodisiac.
Talent attracts talent
Last January Kyra and I broke up. I put that on myself. There were many issues swirling in my life that made me think I didn’t have the wherewithal to be there for her son – who is remarkable and brilliant and a delight (I have two kids myself).
I pretty much knew I had made a mistake the minute I left her at her apartment having told her that she was the love of my life.
“For your sake I hope that isn’t true.” That’s what she said to me.
A little while later I went to Atlanta to shoot a pilot for CBS. I wasn’t dating and didn’t want to date – Kyra was too tough an act to follow.
It was in Atlanta that I found out that JUST ONE NIGHT had done so well that it had made the New York Times best seller list. It was a categorical triumph. The reviews from readers were gushingly heartfelt.
I had been with her as she wrote the first two of the JUST ONE NIGHT trilogy. They could have been a standard issue erotica, but instead it became a great study of human behavior- with characters organically and beautifully evolving and arcing (and there are great great sex scenes). I have had some critical success myself, but I am nowhere near the writer she is. To see the pages flow from her, to see her mind racing (literally see it racing. I can tell when she is thinking creatively by her eye movement), was exhilarating and inspiring.
You have to understand how demanding her deadlines were. If you comprehended how much time pressure she was under (and is under) and then considered the quality of the writing, you’d have to come to the conclusion that Kyra Davis is a kind of genius.
You also have to understand that for all her success, Kyra, like most authors, was struggling. The truth is that every book she wrote was a triumph of sort, but they were also a Sisyphusian exercise. She lived in a tiny apartment, drove a clunker (sorry, babe, truth is truth) , and put almost every dime she made into her son’s private school.
And now, success.
Here I was in Atlanta and not with Kyra.
I wasn’t there to celebrate her triumph. I wasn’t there to celebrate something that I felt very invested in. I wasn’t there to celebrate her talent – the very talent I had so fallen in love with.
At this point, Kyra was dating another man. So, I couldn’t even call her, really. (I sent her an email of congratulations).
It was difficult not to talk to her. You can’t imagine how proud I was. Not being able to express that pride sort of diminished me. It hurt. And, you know, what I most wanted to tell her was “I told you so”. I always knew that talent like this eventually brings great rewards – especially when it is compounded by perseverance.
I needed her back. It was selfish, but I did. I needed her beauty back. I needed her kindness back. I needed her talent back in my life.
A few weeks after I got back from Atlanta. The relationship she was in ebbed out. She wasn’t ready to come back to me. Not right away. She had to know that this time it was for real.
Well, she is living with me now.
So is her son.
She has a ring.
We have a wedding date.
And I am writing scripts at the same time she is writing her next book for all of you.
Her talent is all around me.
It’s for real.