When I first decided to write books, I always knew that there would be some story scenes that had roots in incidents from my real life. What I didn’t realize was how many times I would write a scene or story line and then have something similar happen in my life (or just as often my oldest daughter’s life) Really, it’s happened with such regularity that it is a little bit spooky.
For example, there is a scene in Just One Wish (Used to be When You Wish Upon a T.V. Star) where Annika and Steve are driving down a highway in the middle of nowhere and their car stops. I’d barely researched and written that scene when my daughter and her boyfriend had car problems after a visit here when they were driving back to Utah. You’ll all be glad to know that apparently I’d written a pretty accurate description of what happens when the transmission goes out. I also asked my daughter what her boyfriend said at the time and then used that as dialogue. (That is the type of loving mother I am–my child is stuck in the middle of nowhere and I want dialogue details.)
I have to say though, that the Orlando Bloom story surprised even me.
In Just One Wish, the main character Annika, goes off to Hollywood to try and track down a famous and incredibly handsome young actor. (And yes, I did imagine him to look like Orlando Bloom when I wrote it.)
But the first time she sees him she doesn’t recognize him.
The Bow-tied one did not buy it. He told me that if she was a fan and she’d done any amount of research on the Internet she would know what he looked like, even if he did play a blond guy on the Robin Hood series. (Think Legolas from The Lord of the Rings. Ahhhh. Now stopping thinking of him and get back to reading my blog.)
So not long ago, one of my high school buddies emailed me. Without knowing anything about my conversation with my editor she told me the story of her encounter with Orlando Bloom.
Here it is in Misty’s words:
I actually met Orlando Bloom. He was in Louisville filming the movie “Elizabethtown”. Paramont had a temp office in the same building where I worked. I walked from one building through a pedway to another building with him and his dog, and we talked the whole time. He was a really nice guy.
The funny part was that I didn’t know who he was. I knew the dog was Orlando’s dog, because the security guard in the building had told me that they were letting him bring his dog in, but I didn’t realize Orlando was the scrub walking the dog. I even asked him if it was Orlando’s dog.
He looked at me to see if I had a clue in my head. Seeing that I didn’t, he said that yes, it was Orlando’s dog.
We got to the end of the hallway, and there was this guys with the movie signing folks in for second call backs for extras. I asked if I could go back to get some autographs, but he said no.
I said, “Well at least I got to pet Orlando Bloom’s dog.” I petted the dog again, and went on my merry way.
When I got back up to the office I told some folks about it. They asked what the guy who was walking the dog looked like. I described him (in my defense, he was dressed like he just rolled out of bed and grabbed what was on the floor).
This lady I worked with had taken his picture earlier that day with her cell phone. Much to my surprise, it was the dog walker. Another lady I worked with had a brother who was a stage hand working on the movie. She went out with him and some of his stage hand buddies. Apparently Orlando was telling everyone about the crazy chick who didn’t know who he was, but knew who his dog was.
You know, he meets a lot of folks, but me, he will remember. Feel free to use this true, but unbelievable story in a future book. It is pretty funny.
Okay, it’s me, Janette again. I have to say that it is funny. And just one more example of life imitating my writing. Thanks for taking the hit that time, Misty, and proving to me that yes, it could happen in real life.
(I think for my next book, I should write a story about an author who becomes fabulously wealthy and best friends with Orlando Bloom . . . it could happen.)