San Francisco provides the backdrop for my first novel, currently titled Richland. My love for the city as well as my late-twenties angst led me to write a true love story gone wrong. Richland is about meeting the right person at the wrong time, and whether we can forgive ourselves, and our loved ones, for our mistakes.
I wrote Richland in cafés in San Francisco’s Mission District, after working during the day as a producer at high-end graphic design firms. (I lucked out in finding something I really enjoyed to do for work. Collaborating, communicating, planning...I've loved it.) I graduated with honors from U.C. Berkeley, with a degree in Political Science, and lived in San Francisco for almost fifteen years.
Then, you know, we had a baby. Alejandro. Who happens to be the most frighteningly smart, confident, beautiful child you'll ever meet. Except your own I mean. When he started crawl-clomping and then stompin' around in our Mission District flat, our downstairs neighbor was not amused. Small humans walk heavy, I learned. And you can't change that. Stressed out, I started imagining a house. Palm trees. Oranges. Meadows of flowers. Oakland, CA of course. Of course!
Our move in 2009 prompted an identity crisis of massive proportions. I drive across a bridge, or take a train under the bay to go to work or go out in SF. I'm a Rockridge mom, for God's sake! If you don't know the scene, you'll just have to read more. But now, thank God, it's 2010 and I am writing again, and finally loving and editing my poor dear old novel again.
It's a lovely life and I want to tell you about it.