Mark your calendars, the annual Night of 1000 Stevies (aka New York’s only excuse to wear a velvet riding cape and huge Celtic cross in May) has a date. Not that I’ve ever dressed up for it. But those who do are COMMITTED.
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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Mark your calendars, the annual Night of 1000 Stevies (aka New York’s only excuse to wear a velvet riding cape and huge Celtic cross in May) has a date. Not that I’ve ever dressed up for it. But those who do are COMMITTED.