Hello! This excerpt from my novel in progress is for my friend in Seattle, Scott Parker-Anderson. I’m in a helluva good mood, because after months of being forbidden from typing (separated my shoulder joint, long story, tell ya later) I am back at the keyboard. For those of you who…
Tag: roman à clef
That’s me in a grungy corner of a set sometime in the late eighties. You can tell by the garish knitwear and the helmet of curls… I’ve been rattling around this part of the world for a long time, probably longer than some of you (dear readers) have been alive.…
That’s my father, he died many years ago on a business trip to London. And being my father’s daughter, this is the deal—this portrait of him is a link to my Hollywood novel, click and it’ll take you to Amazon. Hold onto your hats for a rare “non-fiction” moment, I…
You know I have to put a qualifier in here… My screenwriting career, such as it was… Anyway, once upon a time a big Hollywood producer had a bored overnight guest and after a sweet interlude in bed this young lady wandered through his house looking for something to read.…
If you want to know the truth, just about every novel written — on some level — is a roman à clef. You may think you’re writing noir fiction, or something picaresque, but in the end everything you type is informed by your perception of the world. In the broadest…
Babies, that’s Pop, sometime in the late 1940s early 1950s. You know, I’ve mentioned him and my uncle a couple of times on the weblog: Once upon a time (when I was oh so much younger) I cracked wise to my pop – something about Hollywood being a cesspool, or…