I've been writing for most of my life, at least the part I remember. Times I can't remember: the first nine months of my life and, in Jan. '97, I was hit by a car while crossing a street in Long Island, NY. I woke up on my Mom's couch 10 weeks later hearing stories of what'd happened. I'm fine now. I do remember doing no writing at the time. In Manhattan, in the '80s, I wrote book promotion for S&S. The Village Voice has published two of my articles.