Originally from New York, I migrated to the west coast with my family in the mid-seventies. We took up residency in Arizona after losing everything back on the east coast due to a misfortune in business. I started writing poetry in my teens as a form of therapy. Writing helped me escape the reality of my family’s fall from grace after having it all from the time that I was young child. I never thought of my writing as anything more than a hobby back then. 

As a young teenager coming of age in Phoenix, my tall, thin stature caught the eye of a number of boutique owners, landing me a string of small modeling jobs. At the urging of a friend, I enrolled in a local modeling school where I learned skills like how to walk a runway, to proper etiquette. But, I felt stifled and dissatisfied in Arizona. Armed with a handful of photos that I arranged in a portfolio, I moved to Los Angeles in the mid-eighties believing I could live a more interesting life, with the hope of more opportunities for modeling in a bigger city. But no modeling agencies would sign me. I heard every excuse in the book; I needed to lose weight, I didn’t photograph well, or the agency already signed a Black model that they claimed looked a lot like me. So, I looked for modeling jobs on my own, and I did manage to secure some freelance modeling work, but I was rarely paid money. I was compensated with free hair products or a discount on clothing. It didn’t take long for me to realize that modeling would never pay my bills. I just didn’t have what they were looking for. Luckily, I had already joined the rat race working in an entry-level administrative position in corporate America.  

Over a period of years, I worked my way up to an Executive Assistant position. I worked hard to stabilize myself financially. I could appreciate the fact that my job was a steady gig that paid good money, but I never wanted to be a career assistant, and I knew that my heart wasn’t in corporate America. My creativity was lost in the confines of an office working a nine-to-five job. I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do, but I knew that it was time to make a change. I thought long and hard about a career change when it finally dawned on me that the answer was right under my nose all along. I had been writing since I was a kid, so why not make a career of it? I decided to take a leap of faith to see if I could make something happen. I submitted some of my writing to magazines, but there was no interest. I wrote a couple of books, but they ended up being shelved when I failed to obtain an agent to represent me. Rejection letters were part of my weekly mail right along with all the bills. I thought about self-publishing, but I wasn’t financially in a position to carry out such a large undertaking on my own. When I think back, I guess I had to go through years of honing my skills as a writer along with all those no’s to find the one yes that eventually came my way. They say that timing is everything, and luck favors those who are prepared. I was feeling really good about the little guide book that I had just finished when I encountered an independent publishing company that gave me the support that I needed, and they published my book. Like a little bird strong enough to leave the nest, I spread my wings and created Los Angeles-based Drama Queen Productions with the intent to fly on my own and produce some of my own projects.