At 24, I made the Blair Witch Project, which Roger Ebert named, “One of the Ten Most Influential Movies of the 20th Century.”
At 34, I went to pot. Literally.
More on that later.
When Blair Witch became a phenomenon, I was on the cover of Newsweek, featured in People, appeared on The Tonight Show, The Daily Show, the MTV awards, CNN, and a blur of other print and media outlets across every major market in the US, and internationally. I was named one of Cosmopolitan Magazine’s Fun Fearless Females for 2000 and I like to think I continue to earn that title. I also won the 1999 Razzie for Worst Actress, which is like an Oscar for guttersnipes.
It turned out that in many ways, the spurts of unemployment inherent to an acting career were the real dream come true. I was able to travel the world, have a brief foray into making bath products, another into importing African art, all while writing everything under the sun. There’s been a novel (don’t ask), stories, screenplays (ditto), songs, poems, and now, with GROWGIRL: The Blossoming of an Unlikely Outlaw, a memoir. I’ve spent quality time at The Squaw Valley Community of Writers and in Jim Krusoe’s literary orchid hut at Santa Monica College.
My first writing prize came from the 1979 Young Author’s Contest for my story about how I went roller skating with Olivia Newton John like in the movie Xanadu. There are, mercifully, no extant copies. My first adult prize, as the winner of the Bust/Good Vibrations erotica contest, was definitely adult. I was paid in vibrators and latex hot pants. I figured this omen could only be auspicious.