While attending Grossmont Community College, I bought a good video camera with my meager door-knocker savings. Under the production name Honest Buzzard, I shot short films, sketch comedies, wrote screenplays, and filmed anything that’d pay the bills. In an attempt to improve my writing, I took a fiction class. Once I realized how great life could be without finicky actors and a flakey film crew, I focused full time on putting words on the page. I took every writing class Grossmont had to offer—some I took three times! Short Stories, Creative Non-fiction, Poetry. I took them all.
When I outwore my Grossmont welcome, I moved on to San Diego State University. While studying English, I became a junior editor at Fiction International and worked as the Co-Editor and Media Director at an arts advocacy organization called So Say We All. We put on weekly writing workshops for the community and veterans; I helped produce our monthly show called VAMP (Visual Art Music Performance), where I often read stories about Platinum Pat shenanigans. No more jackhammering under the skin-scorching sun. No more running from guns. I had found my calling: storytelling. A solo act.