Years ago I hit the road. I left a quiet place in New Hampshire and found myself in the biggest, loudest, most amazing city in the world, New York. I worked in publishing as an editor and writer but it really wasn't enough. So I packed up the cat and the books, and hit the road again and made my way to California, specifically to Los Angeles. The road goes on forever, I guess, and every experience goes into my writing--my songs, the "Great American Novel" I've been whittling away at, my scripts.