My mom was a part-time school librarian. Her taste was remarkably good too. She funneled a truly eclectic selection of reading material at my sisters and I. To this day we all love to read. That's where the writing starts, doesn't it?
Bounce ahead to High School. Discovered a book, The Captain from Castille, which changed the way I looked at life. Dont' you just love books? Anyway, I went from being a jock with ideas of playing pro baseball, to exploring adventure in the wider world. And what a world it was. Hippies, civil insurrection, sexual revolution, the draft, Vietnam, Nixon, drugs. You could easily thumb your way across the country and have adventures.
And always there was the music. Words drew me to music, especially CSNY’s words, and anything was possible. I learned to play guitar my first year at college and joined an acoustic trio. By the time I got out of school, it was a five-piece electric band doing five night stands at Road Houses out in the boonies of New England. I had joined the circus. Travel, adventure, romance. Comraderie. The band was my new team, rehearsal was practice, the gigs were the games.
I spent the next eighteen years writing and performing my own songs, establishing a career. Not a hugely successful career as it turned out, at least monetarily, but I did manage to eke out a living playing my own music for a long time, no easy feat without a hit record.
Walked away from music to get a life. No, I couldn’t do music part-time. I’ve never been able to go part-time on something I love. I fell in love. The real deal. Still am. Same girl. Great girl.
Cut to Hollywood in the nineties. Right on the street with the big sign, Beachwood Drive. I’d always planned to come west and make movies, (when I was famous, so I wouldn't have to pay a second set of dues). I put myself through college playing music but I studied journalism and filmmaking, even received a couple of scholarships and awards. Hollywood didn’t care. Especially years removed from the accolades. Made some films – scored some of them myself – one got an ovation at The Palm Springs International Short Film Festival.
Discovered that the movie biz is pretty much like the record biz and that ultimately, I wasn’t really interested. It’s a young, hungry-man’s game. Being neither, particularly, I determined to entertain, educate and inspire on my terms. So with a nod to my old favorite, the Captain from Castille, I wrote The Expedition to see if I could do it.
Turns out I can.
And if the fact that America invaded another country while I was writing the book worked its way in there somehow, well, so be it. CSNY would be proud.
More books to come.