[Apt. 1 D, 400 South Hauser Blvd.,
Los Angeles, California]
December 14, 1953
Day after tomorrow--and tomorrow I dimly remember is my birthday--I'm leaving for the east, and in going over the letters I've received out here I came across yours of August 23, still unanswered. Not because I don't think of you and remember you and yours as ever. No--just because life has got so complicated and difficult I can't quite keep up even with correspondence. Even when our years are broken clean in two there is work to be done, there are days to be lived through and mouths to be fed, as you know. 1 My work hasn't been going too well, and I've been working desperately hard at that. However, I am loved, and it's something not to be lonely. I won't try to explain it, but there is a woman of great beauty and sweetness who finds me worth while still and that has pulled me through. 2
I'm going east to try to put on the musical I've been struggling over the last six months. 3 It's not quite in shape, and maybe it won't go on, but at least I'll get a decision on it and be able to start something else if this one is not to be. I'll be staying with Quentin when in New York City and with Alan when in New City. Alan's address you know. Quentin's is 400 West 118th St., N.Y. 27, N.Y.
Thank you for the news. The children sound wonderful--and they do make tomorrow seem worth going toward.
My best to Dan and love to you--and all those you love--
Gilda is not going east with me--not at least till I know what my plans are--and it's quite possible I'll come back out here to work on a picture. 4