So here's the scoop. I'm from the San Francisco Bay Area and I can never seem to get away from here for long despite my continual fear of earthquakes. Yes, that's all I got out of the geology classes I took at Stanford. That and a nifty rock pick. If you haven't gone to the desert and smashed things with a rock pick, you don't know what you're missing.
I received degrees in English & American Lit and Creative Writing, which qualified me to do very little except read books. That was my goal all along, but no one pays you to do that. I studied in England and missed the sun. I worked in non-profits and the theatre and missed getting paychecks.I live with the fabulous spouse and the force-of-nature spawn and our insane rescued dogs. A friend who recently visited said, "They are bad dogs." I prefer to delude myself that they are morally complex.
I've won some awards for my writing, but I get a real thrill when a fan sends me an email, or readers say they like the nonsense on my blog. My priorities have always been skewed.
I also write romantic comedy under the name Grace Coopersmith. Why Grace Coopersmith? Because Grace Coopersmith is always elegant and tasteful, and she never leaves her clothes in a pile on a chair or sings to her dogs. Despite Grace's annoying superiority, she is hilarious and always shows up with a good bottle of wine.
