I’m producing a feature film. When I speak to people outside of Los Angeles, they always talk about how glamorous Continue reading
A couple of days ago I went to brunch for my birthday with a dear friend that I have known Continue reading
Most days end with me stomping away, frustrated, vowing never to write again. Now I know why.
This is how my day usually starts.
Yesterday I went to the library to pick up a couple of books. I stumbled upon Memories of My Melancholy Whores by Continue reading
I feel like Heidi Klum has stepped into my book and started eliminating characters and plotlines as if they were Continue reading
A few weeks ago I finished Chapter 2. I have bitched and moaned about this chapter for as long as Continue reading
These two haiku are from her book Homegirls and Handgrenades. your love was a port of call where many ships Continue reading