Writing
It’s 1988—the heyday of the Late Great Eighties. New York City. Greed rampaging down Wall Street, homeless people clogging the curb, crime is high. Bret Easton Ellis and Jay McInerney tell the city’s stories. I’m standing outside of Grand Central Station, suitcase in hand, a Kansas girl looking for a job. I have enough money to live in this grand, gritty place for five weeks—if I’m frugal. If I’m not working by July 1, it’s back to the Midwestern suburbs, girly-girl. Deep breath. Turn south. Head for the Martha Washington Hotel, a haven for young hopeful women since 1903. Wish me luck.
That’s a story. My story—or, at least, part of it.
I write because stories abound. Every life is a tale, and every tale has compelling power, from the first steps tottered out on the living-room rug to that final breath on an operating table, a highway, a kitchen floor, a jumbo jet. Stories enrich each one of us. They pull us in like campers around the fire. They’re as old as song and charcoal scratchings on the cave wall. I write them because they mean so much to us, because they resound in every mind.
If you love stories, I’ll write one for you. Go to my Portfolio page to read some of my work. The FAQ page will show you how we’ll get started on your project. Need more info? E-mail me here, or call me at 913-206-4841.
