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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So they are making a Ramona movie. YES. NO. YES AGAIN. I don’t know. My 7-year-old self can’t decide what to think, and whether Ginnifer Goodwin, who I love so much in Big Love, but found so insipid in the chick flick that shall not be named, should really play Aunt Bea, so I’ll just say, this is happening, and there you have it. On the real: To the luckiest 8-year-old actress in the world who gets this role: DON’T F IT UP.
