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.
Plus: I am on my way to California!
Minus: I will only be there for 36 hours, with 12 of those hours being flights.
Plus: I am totes drinking a Bloody Mary at le airport.
Minus: I look sort of like a sad clown while doing it.
Plus: Oprah speaking for an hour in T-minus 1 day. Or should I say, T-plus.
Minus: See plus above. Plus all the TVs around here are either sports or Tim Russert sadness. That really should have said also, instead of plus. Minus? I’m confused.
