I hate change. Hate it.
So, while some people see change as an opportunity for growth and good fortune, I see it as potential disaster waiting to ambush me. Read more →
I’ve never been much of a girly girl.
I rarely wear makeup or get my nails done. Most days I forget to brush my hair. Waxing any body part seems like a torture designed for others braver than I am.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate girly things. Like clothes, for instance. I love clothes. Love. Them. Especially when I was a lawyer and had extra cash. Guess where it all went? Not to vacations or nice cars or nice houses.
I spent my extra cash on clothes. And shoes.
God, the shoes. Read more →
I’m an identical twin, so you’d think it would be easy for me to tell other twins apart.
In fact, sometimes I can’t even tell me and my sister apart. Read more →
I’m not a big believer in fate or destiny. Sometimes shit just happens.
And yet. Read more →
I don’t make New Year’s resolutions.
I don’t even pretend to have the best of intentions about making them. I don’t try to get around to it. I don’t go all Scarlett O’Hara and think, “Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow, I’ll figure out the perfect resolutions to help me get what I want…I mean, to help make me a better person.” Read more →
It’s been raining in Los Angeles. Finally. Read more →
It’s the holiday season, that time of year when the world falls in love…
My ass it is. Read more →
I used to sing. It wasn’t what I was best at, but it was what I loved most. Read more →
In this season of giving and gratefulness, I have a confession to make: I am a big old pessimist. Any glass I see isn’t just half empty, it’s parched dryer than the Sahara and has a crack bigger than the San Andreas fault. Read more →
Finding the time–and the place–to write can be a bitch. Read more →
When I first started writing fiction, my characters often walked around a blank landscape. Imagine two cartoon characters, say Calvin and Hobbes (my favorites), centered on a white page with nothing to play with, nothing to break or throw or kick or transform. Nothing to do but talk to each other. That’s where my characters used to live, in that boring, blank universe. And guess what? Nothing much happened. Read more →
Sometimes it’s difficult to decide whose story to tell. You’ve got your conflict – a guy (let’s say he’s a photographer) leans over the guard rail of a bridge and may or may not be about to jump while a woman driving by thinks he needs saving and decides she’s the one to do it.
Now you’ve got some choices to make about who gets to tell the story and how that character is going to tell it. Read more →