I was born...no, wait, that's "David Copperfield." Anyway, I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, went to school in upstate NY and came straight back to Manhattan to live. Never lived anywhere else. Never wanted to. Got a job as a rock journalist, in the course of which I met and married a rock star-poet-musician (yeah, yeah, conflict of interest, who cares blahblahLizardKingcakes). Was initiated as a priestess in a Celtic Pagan tradition, and am now (based on sheer longevity) one of the most senior Witches around. Began writing my Keltiad series. Was knighted as a Dame Templar (not Masonic) at Rosslyn Chapel in Scotland. Wrote a memoir of my time with my beloved consort ("Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison").
Also can be read in "Rock She Wrote", the fantastic anthology of women rock critics' writings edited by Evelyn McDonnell and Ann Powers (a piece of vented rock feminist spleen called "Rock Around the Cock"); in Katherine Kurtz's Knight Templar anthology, "Crusade of Fire" (a story called "The Last Crusade"); and in Patti Perret's "The Faces of Fantasy", a photograph/essay book of 100 modern fantasy writers.
TURN ON, TUNE IN, DROP DEAD...
Announcing Scareway to Heaven. Available NOW on at Kindle.com and Amazon.com.
The sixth of a series set in the late Sixties and early Seventies: The Rock & Roll Murders: The Rennie Stride Mysteries.
Starting in San Francisco, moving to LA, New York and London, these are the tales of Rennie Stride, a newspaper rock reporter (NOT me!), whose boyfriend is a blond Claptonesque superstar English guitar stud (NOT Jim!) with a biiiiig secret and whose best friend is a blonde Joplinesque superstar bisexual rock belter.
Maybe she's the rocknroll Angel of Death, maybe she's the Grim Reaper's groupie, but she's definitely Murder Chick: everywhere Rennie goes, rockdeath follows.
Watch this blog for more information on publication and chapter excerpts...and spread the word, if you would be so kind, to anyone you think might be interested...
Love: chocolate (dark and with something raspberry going on, and See's dark chocolate Bordeaux, my ultimate choc of choice); dim sum (char siu bao, har gow, anything shrimpy and deep-fried); Packham pears; jewelry (preferably antique but not necessarily); books (of course, and I have to like the characters' names before I take the books home, and I have to read them cover to cover, usually within hours, before I can shelve them); Jacobean carved black oak furniture (all my furniture is this, and I have to introduce each new piece to the incumbents when I bring it home, and if the other pieces don't get along with it then I get rid of it, yes I know I'm insane...); long-haired men (and men with beards) (and men with long hair AND beards) (betcha know where THAT comes from...); Crunch gym (five years ago I would have laughed until I choked if you'd told me I'd become a gym rat at my age, or any age, for that matter); peonies, lilacs, hyacinths (my faves; white roses are good too, except roses don't SMELL anymore---I understand they're breeding the smell back in, the eejits, why bother breeding it out in the first place, roses are SUPPOSED to smell like roses); little boxes (in any material, wood, leather, ceramic, etc.) (it's the Virgo rising...); cool shoulder bags (ditto with the Virgo); luggage (double ditto).
Hate: nuts; gum and the bovine low-class people who chew it (in fact, I throw up a little in my mouth at even having to TYPE the g-word, and I will not allow substance or chewers in my presence); alcohol; yogurt (absolutely disgusting); coffee (love the way it smells, esp. being ground, HATE the way it tastes); vegetables (except potatoes and corn, which I consider honorary meat; tomatoes only okay as sauce or puree or paste; and I will eat SOME Chinese veggies like black mushrooms, snow peas, bok choy and water chestnuts; for the most part, vegetables are what MY food eats); sun; sand; beaches; summer; Indian food; Thai food; Mexican food; Greek food; Vietnamese food; any kind of Middle Eastern or North African or African food; jazz; most blues; contemporary pop "music" (and the plastic pop princesses and princes who "sing" it); the whole concept of "American Idol", let alone the phony processed winners; pretentious modern "lit'ry" authors (I'd sooner read an honest "beach book" any day); pre-sliced and individually-plastic-wrapped American "cheese" (though the kind you buy at the deli or the butcher's, sliced so thin you can barely pick it up, is dee-lish); vampires; vampire groupies; lugubrious and pretentious teen vampyre wannabes (tiresome little goths included here); rudeness; injustice; willful ignorance; subliterate adolescents of any age; people who endlessly say "you know what I mean?" or variants thereof (YES! I HAVE AN IQ OF 151, I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN!!!); condescension; people with no opinions; fanfiction and the perpetrators thereof (I consider it theft, and I don't allow any based on my works); that's all I can think of for now, undoubtedly more later...
And, for your edification in the interim, perhaps my favorite quotes of all time:
"Understand that you cannot keep out of your writing the indication of the evil or shallowness you entertain in yourself. If you love to have a servant stand behind your chair at dinner, it will appear in your writing; if you possess a vile opinion of women, or if you grudge anything, or doubt immortality, these will appear by what you leave unsaid more than by what you say. There is no trick or cunning, no art or recipe, by which you can have in your writing that which you do not possess in yourself." ---Walt Whitman
“You should make no effort to try to join society. Stay right where you are. Give your name and serial number and wait for society to come to you.” ---Quentin Crisp
Plan like a god. Live like a hero. Pray for the dead, and fight like hell for the living. ---PKM
I'd rather do Jack Sparrow than Dan Quayle/Yes, I would/If I only could/I surely would...
The Sword of Steelsheen, Scourge of the Fluffybunnies!