We are all Lovesick Billy. He knows that this is our one shot, and he wants us to make it count. He is the part of us that wants what we have been told we cannot have… just yet. He is the part of us that urges us to grow by yearning for more of something, even when we are wondering, “More of what?” He is the part of us that remains childishly hopeful even in the face of daunting odds, dark horizons, and moments when we fear all is lost. He believes unfailingly in love, romance, and passion, and will do everything possible to preserve and foster it.
Born in Detroit, Michigan on April 5th, 1968, the day after MLK was killed. My mother, Conny Van Dyke, almost named me Martin Luther. I always wonder how that would have changed my life.
As Mom pursued her career in television, film and recording, we lived in Huntsville, Alabama and Nashville, Tennessee. It wasn’t a stable life for a kid, so I moved to Naples, Florida as a ward of my Grandparents when I was a second grader. As Mom continued in entertainment for a while, we bounced back and forth between Naples and Los Angeles, until she made the transition to full-time parenthood, leaving Hollywood behind.
A good student, I skipped third grade and studied German in fourth. Inclined to singing and acting, I spent a lot of time getting my ass kicked when I was a kid, but they didn’t kill me.
In the sixth grade, I wore an Italian horn on a chain around my neck. The headmaster of my Christian school didn’t care for it, and accused me of being the antichrist. No, seriously. Actually asked me if I was the antichrist. When I said, “Um, no,” they searched my body and scalp under black light for the mark of the beast. What can I say? The Omen was a powerful movie.
Went back to public school and being chased home from the bus stop by bullies to whom I was secretly attracted. ‘Course at that time, I was attracted to almost everybody – guys and girls – who wanted to get naked.
Graduated from high school a month after my 17th birthday with a 3.6 and twenty or so sex partners under my belt: friends, girlfriends, classmates, and a man in his 30s. That’s a story that would have to keep.
Being good at and interested in lots of stuff makes it hard to choose a major, so at different times I was majoring in: Theater, Frat Boys, Russian, Sex, Semantics, Intramural Athletics, and Philosophy, in no particular order. I finished in English, and specifically Technical Writing, to strengthen my pithiness.
A few significant funerals, a small role in Blue Sky, various addresses, lots of sex, and a dozen cars later, I found myself in Los Angeles, just two months before my 30th birthday. I’ve had a string of great jobs, but my love has always been writing. It’s what I do most. It’s what I do best.
Live just outside the madness of Los Angeles, with my now-legally married husband, Sam Page. He took my last name – far and away the most romantic gesture I’ve ever witnessed, trumping everything I ever had up my sleeve – and I’m good. I’m proud as hell to be with him, and watch our dreams come true.
Mom lives just a few miles from us, and she remains a constant rock and inspiration. She and I were always meant to be in Los Angeles… at least until Sam and I get that Alpaca farm, or our own private motu, but even then, I’ll probably always have one foot on Sunset.
- Budding rodeo cowboy, and nothing makes me happier than showing Sam I can dog a steer.
- Eat the pizza crust early on so that the last bites of it are the best bites.
- Been around and around and around the block and really, really, really lucky in love.
- Love Ibiza, London and Amsterdam, and dying to go to Iceland.
- When eating M&Ms, spill them out onto the desk, match the colors in pairs and eat the unmatched ones first.
- Have four tattoos.
- Always looking for interesting opportunities.