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.
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[59 percent of women said they were “worried and concerned about achieving [their] economic and financial goals over the next five years,” compared with just 33 percent who called themselves “hopeful and confident.”] (via)
AKA: My mom asking me once a week, “Yes, but how are you going to ever make any money?” To which I always say, “Mom, even in an economic boom I wouldn’t make any money doing this.” Tut tut tuts all around.
I wish I had invented Daily Candy right about now.
