Writer/editor. New Mexican tumbleweed blown east to skyscraper country.
Right now, I am working on a book about F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sheilah Graham, and Hollywood in the 1930s. It will also contain a lot of drinking, powder blue suits, dances at the Cocoanut Grove, betrayal, gossip columns, crazy ladies, secret Jews, film lot moguls, and Dorothy Parker quips at funerals. If the world is still around then, it should be out from Random House around 2014. So let's hope the Mayans were wrong.
If you want to say hi please do. Or find me in short form, here.
what a long ass day. just sayin.
p.s. my friend becks lent me some revlon ultralast lip color or whatevs. i feel like a walking advertisement for it today. that shit stayed on through yoga, dinner, and three drinks. i wish i could will that kind staying power on things other than cosmetics, but i’ll take it for now.
