Rachel Profiling

Hello, I'm Rachel.

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.

[At the Assicurazioni Generali, Kafka despaired of his 12-hour shifts that left no time for writing; two years later, promoted to the position of chief clerk at the Workers’ Accident Insurance Institute, he was now on the one-shift system, 8.30 am until 2.30 pm. And then what? Lunch until 3.30, then a sleep until 7.30, then exercises, then a family dinner. After which he started work around 11pm (as Begley points out, the letter- and diary- writing took up at least an hour a day, and more usually two), and then “depending on my strength, inclination, and luck, until one, two or three o’clock, once even till six in the morning”. Then, finding it an “unimaginable effort to go to sleep”, he fitfully rested before leaving to go to the office once more. This routine left him permanently on the verge of collapse.] (via)

Sometimes you really do have to work this hard (…pours self more coffee).

Posted at 2:28pm.

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