Update On My Book!

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Hey everyone I know it’s been a while so I wanted to let you all know I have a great new editor I’m working with now to help me take the book from good to great! I’m also looking for representation so any agents reading this HIT ME UP!

Here is a teaser from my book flap copy in the meantime:

“When Michael and his partner, Horace “Big Mac” McKenna, started three major LA strip clubs, the Woods moved into a beautiful new home. They bought nice clothes and fancy cars, and Laurel and her sister, Katie, enrolled in a Catholic middle school. But at the age of 12, Laurel felt confused by spending her weeks with nuns and her weekends with strippers. Whichever way Laurel turned, it seemed like sex was dirty and her body something to be ashamed of.”

Thanks for holding on, I promise it’s worth the wait!

The Year In Woods – 2013

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Happy New Year good friends near and far! Reflecting on this past year has been quite difficult, actually I’d say the second hardest year of my life next to Dad’s murder arrest. I have shed more tears and felt such loss, but as they say, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. So here I am to prove it. But I have to ask, who the fuck are these THEY people?

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January I hit the ground running as Mom’s breast cancer was a bit more serious than originally expected. At first her treatment post-surgery was radiation. I like to call this “cancer-lite.” But then her doctor prescribed 4 rounds of chemo and that’s when it got real. City of Hope is the best hospital ever and she got rockstar treatment. Now cancer-free 6 months, cheers to that! Continue reading

Shakespeare, Strip Clubs and Sex

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The first time I went to a strip club I was eight. Dad started managing it the year before and took my sister and me for a day of babysitting.  We walked into a cold dark bar, like a movie theatre during the day. It smelled like Windex and stale smoke. He let us dance on the dance floor to the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack with the disco lights on, but once the club opened we were shuffled upstairs to the manager’s office. We caught a glimpse of the naked women dancing on stage, holding the pole and swinging around.  Dad called them girls.  They were adult women to me and had beautiful bodies, all different shapes. I was excited and wanted to see more.  I was ashamed yet aroused.  My sister and I watched the surveillance videos even though we were told not to.  I saw men sitting down around the stage, tucking dollar bills into the dancers’ costumes.  The dancers opened their legs wide, swinging their stilettos in the air. I tried to look away but couldn’t. They seemed so happy. Continue reading