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.
So today was justifiably weird on the blog front (apparently Erica’s picture made many squirm. I still bought the print…). Whatevs, I had two stories on deadline and was distracted. I would be compelled to erase (fickleblog?) it all, but instead, here’s a random clip from Harold and Maude. Back to sparkling prose tomorrow.
Enjoy, and then go out and love some more.
