Today, most people know me for my professional demeanor and cool charm (yeah right). But I wasn’t always this way. When I started training as a professional journalist at the Daily Lobo, one of my big fears of sounding stupid would rear up when I’d call someone. The phone would ring ring ring, they’d say, Read more ›

A person’s skill level, medium, location, and connections are all things that factor into the equation of whether or not they can make money from their art.

After years of wandering, I found my water in the desert, writing about Massachusetts through a New Mexican lens. Only in Albuquerque does this happen.

For an additional fee, you could get a one-on-one portfolio critique with one of the attending professionals, and these critiques were unjustly occupying my future agent’s time.

I started working on a little unknown TV show called “Breaking Bad” being shot in Albuquerque. The production designer told me we were about to “make history.” OK. I’m down.

You keep telling yourself to exercise, to practice guitar, to hit the books, and so on, but then you remember that a new episode of “Breaking Bad” is on.

When I was complaining about my writer’s block to two friends, one said, “Have you ever tried writing the last scene first?” I had not. Then I did it.

Though I don’t know if there is research to confirm this, I contend that suffering a phobia about making mistakes will increase your chances of making them.

It seemed like only in New York would I be able to go to a poetry reading on Thursday night, within walking distance of my apartment, and be blown away by the talent, and the people I met.

It’s high time for a letter from me, Pyragraph’s Publisher and Editor, to tell you what’s going on with our little-but-growing creative career magazine.

Balancing music with needing to put my daughter first is tricky. I have to admit, there’s something about playing music that feels self-indulgent.

The whole time I wrote weekly greeting cards and marketing copy, I also worked 40 hours at a regular job. So which was the side job?

How do I manage to scrape by in New York and still have free time to write my novel? A side job. But not just any side job. It pays to be selective.

I never considered journalism school. I just walked into the student newspaper, slammed my fist onto counter and said, “I wanna write for the paper!”

Journalism and gambling evoke very visceral feelings in me. I hate that I love them because that means I can’t quit them.

Inspiration doesn’t require bad art, but nothing gets me firing on all cylinders like the desire to make something that sucks not suck.