My whorizontal Life is the true story of a naïve, empathic young woman driven by her desire for fantasy and romance, fearful of the ‘real world,’ who dreams of finding true love and being an actress extraordinaire.
As poverty and debt overwhelm her, she takes what she thinks will be a very limited leap into the underground work of escorting. But finds it is not so easy to get out. Or, maybe she doesn’t want to?
Targeted Age Group:: 18
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I was doing stand up and there was so much interest in my story, that I decided to write a memoir. My Whorizontal Life is the first of many books to come as this one goes through the first 6 months.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
As this is from my life, my experience, the characters are real.
All names have been changed to protect myself and them. So every one of the characters in the books existed and played a part.
It’s New York City. Late 1980s. Madonna is still Like a Virgin. And after five years in undergrad, a further four years at The Juilliard School, then one year on the road with The Acting Company, I am an actress, who was acting.
I am also broke.
The Acting Company job finished less than two months ago and I’ve already lost two waitressing jobs.
One because I spilled 5 a.m. over-easy eggs on Jon Bon Jovi’s lap.
The other because one of my boobs got in the mousse. Maybe also the soup.
Ok. I’m a terrible waitress.
For the past decade, I’ve been making up the short- fall between work, tuition, and expenses by living off my
student loans and credit cards. I’m into my second month behind on rent, with no solution. And I now have this humongous new debt called Student Loans: An entire week’s salary, at least, to be paid every month. Possibly for my whole life. Probably even after I die.
Also, just to make sure I fall entirely apart, Mean People have been calling. I learn they are called Debt Collections.
I didn’t know that.
I think they are just being mean. To me, specifically. Me and only me.
I don’t understand why they are so mean. Why would a big company like Chemical Bank need to yell at someone who is obviously struggling, to hurry up and give them $183 dollars? Are they going to go out of business if they don’t get my $183 by Monday? I mean, I understand I owe it. What I don’t understand is the very, very, meanness, especially over something like money.
I offer up my guitar. It’s the only thing of value I have. Also, I don’t play guitar.
I meant to learn, but besides it hurting my fingertips, I can’t hear the difference in the notes.
They decline the guitar and inform me they’ll call again. And again. And again. Later.
Nothing will be different later. I don’t understand why they are being so mean. I cannot function under ‘mean.’ It paralyzes me.
And don’t they think the world needs artists? Don’t they know that by crippling us with their meanness, they will hurt our creativity? Do they not understand the peril the world will feel if there is no art?
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