Photo By: Christian Hopkins There are a number of bright sides to being a writer, but I’ll have to admit that there are probably more dark issues that writers face in their day to day lives and creative processes than we (writers) like to admit.  A popular stigma is

Before I became a professional editor and journalist, I was a super green blogger trying to build an impressive portfolio. I have achieved all that I have because I had a few editors and writers in my life who were incredible mentors. Scott Schultz of L.A. RECORD and Thomas Murphy

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If you’re a writer, it probably means you’re a moody introspective introverted dork. I mean that in the kindest and most affectionate of ways, because I am one of you. Being a successful writer means you’ve probably learned the art of charm and can connect with pretty much anyone on the

Over the past four years I’ve crept slowly into the jagged womb of information that is entertainment journalism. I started out writing for posh, niche and somewhat pretentious arts and culture magazines and online media outlets, writing about music, sex and feminism. I somehow over time became a serious entertainment

There are grown people in this world who won’t know how to separate colors when washing clothes.  There are people who cannot hand wash dishes without leaving food caked on the edges of plates and glasses. As a broke-ass writer and avid traveler, I started realizing that my domestic skills

Burning Man is here and people from all over the world are going to fly to a desert and do weird things and party. Not everyone is a “burner”, (I certainly am not one because I didn’t know that term existed until a couple of weeks ago) so we are

So, I’ve been on the road as a writer and musician for a little over a decade. The first time I officially became homeless I was 19 years old, and the first time I ran away from home was at age 15. I have always been a transient person. Working

I recently had my $2,000 2011 Macbook Pro literally stolen right from under me. I was living in some ghetto loft hostel space in the Tenderloin near Great American Music Hall, and I was relatively content there until the shady owner of the place began to raise the rates…and of