THE MY URBAN KVETCH MANIFESTO

Welcome to My Urban Kvetch, a place for me to vent about the issues that clutter my brain as I live my so-called-freelance life in the Big City. I'm all about looking at my experience through the lens of humor, whenever it's possible. Usually, if the experience is bad, it's hard for me to see the funny in it until much later, but I usually come around eventually. I mean, after all, we are talking about someone (me) who was stuck in the subway during the August 14th Blackout, and managed to not completely lose it until she could breathe above-ground air again. That takes some strength of character, and some humor. I wrote my way through it--couldn't have survived without my little notebook. More than AMEX, I don't leave home without it. Pen and paper are an essential part of the NYC writer's wardrobe, even at its most minimum.

And though I've resisted long enough, I'm joining the blog generation. My hopes? That this space will provide me with a forum for fleshing out ideas, kicking around premises and developing essays that will ultimately yield publishable fruit. And making it public? Hoping to be discovered, of course...by a fan base or by editors who will make my dreams of a positive checkbook balance a reality.

THE MY URBAN KVETCH MANIFESTO

Welcome to My Urban Kvetch, a place for me to vent about the issues that clutter my brain as I live my so-called-freelance life in the Big City. I'm all about looking at my experience through the lens of humor, whenever it's possible. Usually, if the experience is bad, it's hard for me to see the funny in it until much later, but I usually come around eventually. I mean, after all, we are talking about someone (me) who was stuck in the subway during the August 14th Blackout, and managed to not completely lose it until she could breathe above-ground air again. That takes some strength of character, and some humor. I wrote my way through it--couldn't have survived without my little notebook. More than AMEX, I don't leave home without it. Pen and paper are an essential part of the NYC writer's wardrobe, even at its most minimum.

And though I've resisted long enough, I'm joining the blog generation. My hopes? That this space will provide me with a forum for fleshing out ideas, kicking around premises and developing essays that will ultimately yield publishable fruit. And making it public? Hoping to be discovered, of course...by a fan base or by editors who will make my dreams of a positive checkbook balance a reality.