About
Prior to venturing into journalism and writing, I devoted a ridiculous chunk of my life in the performing arts. I sent a couple of movies to the film festival circuit, had some silly titles like producer and production manager (roles more accurately labeled “set bitch” and “The Person Responsible for Every-Fucking-Thing” and the go-to freak-out minion) and spent far too many hours running on too much caffeine and not enough sleep. I also claimed status as an intern, a video editor, and a fancy-schmancy preditor until I realized that the film world and running a production company just weren’t for me.
Now I write. I write a lot about music, listen to a lot of good tunes and a lot of crap, and when I can and do make the time, I work on short stories and a novel that might actually, one day, see the light of fucking day. I also curse a lot when angry. Usually in the privacy of my own home. Never in public.
Random, useless details: Large crowds of people terrify me. Sometimes just the thought of being social scares me…so if I abandon you or bail on a social event or suddenly beat something with my forearm crutch, it’s only out of my own personal terror. Handstands don’t always cure this, but the reading of a DFW book sometimes will.
