You and the pen and the paper are a thruple, writing as one.
What I love about being a writer and creative person is the insight it gives me into art and art-making.
You can’t chase two rabbits at once.
There are things I am still afraid of, but being myself will no longer be one of them.
Writing is a mystery to me, a heroic mystery. It’s such a challenge every time I go to the page. I never know how I’m going to finish anything without first getting into it.
One should never resort to dullness, ennui, tedium, languor in order to embrace acceptance.
I hadn’t thought the manuscript was so bad it deserved being torched.
When I go deep with my direct community of women we are able to identify needs to aid in the development of our juiciest, most creative selves.
Editing is where the poems take shape and come to life.
Oma was an editor at the San Diego Union Tribune. Mom was a first grade teacher, and dad was an armchair grammarian who built a retirement career editing novels. He recently published his own first novel, and I still use his technique for marking up manuscripts. Like my mom, I’m prone to getting down on the floor with markers and butcher paper to sketch out your big ideas with you.
I’ve scattered a trail of little gold stars from the suburbs of southern California to the back alleys of San Francisco, where I once danced at the historic Lusty Lady and taught with the pioneering feminist health educators at Project Prepare and where I now scribble stories and arouse writers. Devoted since 2003 to my day job as The Sexy Grammarian, I’ve earned a reputation for giving unconditional artistic support and fierce editorial feedback.
My unique approach and provocative story pop up in the press now and then, which you can browse below.