I'm sure a lot of people are curious about who I am, due to current planetary constellations being in flux. So here it is.
I'm a writer. I've always been a writer. I've had to do other things to put food on the table and support my family, but that is who I am. I could no more not be a writer than not breathe.
I've been published online and off. The New York Times, Newsday, Baby Talk, Screen Talk, and others.
In 1994, after a devastating experience, I was bitten by the screenwriting bug. I've been infected ever since. Friends and family said I was crazy. I was a woman, I didn't live in LA, and I didn't know a damn thing about it. Undeterred, I bought Michael Hauge's excellent screenwriting book and taught myself. My first script was over 200 pages long, and the formatting was all wrong. But I persisted.
In 2001, my Showtime original family film, MY HORRIBLE YEAR, with Eric Stoltz (who also directed), Mimi Rogers and Karen Allen aired. It got good reviews and a Daytime Emmy nomination for Mr. Stoltz for directing.
I was on top of the world. I made plans to move to Los Angeles. However, life had a different plan in mind.
I've had my own horrible year (more like years). I've perservered through very difficult circumstances. My mother's illness, my brother's untimely death, and a rash of other unfortunate events. Through it all, I can hold my head high.
I have no manager. I have no high powered agent on speed dial.
I write every day even if it's only a sentence. I query. I send my material out. I have my hopes and dreams just like everyone else.
Did I forget to say I'm a writer?
