LOVE this book! Diana is a skilled writer with lots of experience to draw from in her life for her work.
Biography
I was born in San Jose, California (south Bay Area) and moved constantly throughout my childhood up and down the state. We were dirt poor when I was a kid, often going without meals, often homeless and living in our vehicle on the side of the road. It was, as the kids say, lame.
When I was four years old, I drew my father a picture of a skunk with hearts floating all around its head chasing a big brown bear, the source of the poor rodent's infatuation. That's what it was supposed to be in my four-year-old mind, but in reality the picture looked more like a black triangle grimacing at a big brown blob. I inscribed the masterpiece with "To Daddy, Love Diana," and I guess it was cute enough that Elvis Presley included it on the cover for his album, "Elvis Sings for Children, And Grown-Ups Too." So there's that.
Today I am a working class schlub; a self-described Office Monkey. I don't mind it too much; it pays the bills and allows me the luxury of living in an honest-to-goodness house. The way I see it, I have enough money to have grown nice and fat, so I guess something is going right. In my spare time I like to read, draw, cook, anything creative. Though I have no talent for it of my own, I am rather obsessed with music. I am the person for which the box set was created. I enjoy playing and watching Roller Derby. I'm trying to get into Bikram Yoga, because I enjoy torturing myself. Sometimes, on evenings where I find myself lacking for company, I will dine solely on a large plate of cheese, with a dark, earthy beer to wash it down. And then I hate myself, particularly during the next morning's constitutional. Cheese... it's binding.
While this life isn't torturous in any way, it's not exactly satisfying, either. I've always had a talent with the written word. In high school I tried to convince the algebra teacher to allow me to submit an essay on the importance of math in lieu of the final exam. He is probably still laughing today. Nonetheless, I finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up, and that is to be a writer. Now, don't get me wrong, I have no real monetary aspirations. Beginning a writing career at this stage of life would be difficult at best. So I'm not looking to support my family on my writing skills. But I do have a deep desire and driving need to tell these crazy little stories that dance in my head at night. I rather enjoy them, and I think others will, too.
Biography
I was born in San Jose, California (south Bay Area) and moved constantly throughout my childhood up and down the state. We were dirt poor when I was a kid, often going without meals, often homeless and living in our vehicle on the side of the road. It was, as the kids say, lame.
When I was four years old, I drew my father a picture of a skunk with hearts floating all around its head chasing a big brown bear, the source of the poor rodent's infatuation. That's what it was supposed to be in my four-year-old mind, but in reality the picture looked more like a black triangle grimacing at a big brown blob. I inscribed the masterpiece with "To Daddy, Love Diana," and I guess it was cute enough that Elvis Presley included it on the cover for his album, "Elvis Sings for Children, And Grown-Ups Too." So there's that.
Today I am a working class schlub; a self-described Office Monkey. I don't mind it too much; it pays the bills and allows me the luxury of living in an honest-to-goodness house. The way I see it, I have enough money to have grown nice and fat, so I guess something is going right. In my spare time I like to read, draw, cook, anything creative. Though I have no talent for it of my own, I am rather obsessed with music. I am the person for which the box set was created. I enjoy playing and watching Roller Derby. I'm trying to get into Bikram Yoga, because I enjoy torturing myself. Sometimes, on evenings where I find myself lacking for company, I will dine solely on a large plate of cheese, with a dark, earthy beer to wash it down. And then I hate myself, particularly during the next morning's constitutional. Cheese... it's binding.
While this life isn't torturous in any way, it's not exactly satisfying, either. I've always had a talent with the written word. In high school I tried to convince the algebra teacher to allow me to submit an essay on the importance of math in lieu of the final exam. He is probably still laughing today. Nonetheless, I finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up, and that is to be a writer. Now, don't get me wrong, I have no real monetary aspirations. Beginning a writing career at this stage of life would be difficult at best. So I'm not looking to support my family on my writing skills. But I do have a deep desire and driving need to tell these crazy little stories that dance in my head at night. I rather enjoy them, and I think others will, too.
