I am ... DOLL ARMS. BIG VEINS. DOG BAIT. Okay, not really. But I am the same age as Courtney Love.
If I have an idol, and I'm not sure that I do, it is probably James Joyce, who expected other people to support him while he wrote his books. I envy Marcel Proust everything but his illness. How many people can say their heart skips a beat whenever they hear "cork-lined room"?
I am a trained reporter, atheist, skeptic, unrequited novelist, and mother of three young children. Bleeding-heart liberal with exceptions. Late bloomer (I very much hope). Have aggressive and sometimes contradictory opinions about things like disposable cameras, leaf blowers, and the worthiness of the American Heritage Dictionary.
Would like to live in Europe someday. Consider myself a patriot, in the ACLU sense (not "America Love It or Leave It").
Crazy about Mike Leigh movies. Would like to be in a movie. It's on my list of things to do before I die. Am working, if not very hard, on a screenplay.
In real life, the reddest fishwife on the pier. Somewhat witty, off-kilter. Can be kind but not nice, and vice versa. Often broke. The diary is chronically domestic, which comes from not getting out much, though I do try to grapple with the larger issues. Now and then I'll dig up an old bone of memory and chew on it for an entry or two.
Diaryland: It's cheaper than therapy.