B. Hyatt was raised by wolves in a forest near you. Due to her ability to hold a pen she was not slain by the savage animals but was welcomed and asked to respond to the weighty correspondence the pack had accumulated over the years. This was tricky as she was only 6 months old at the time but she soon learned. Since then the written word has been her life, lord, master and lover but one of those lovers you constantly chase through avenues of pain and frustration and who occasionally bestows kindness and attention on you, and it’s so lovely you get addicted all over again.
Experimental, postmodern, burlesque, surreal, adult/extreme.
Getting up every morning and writing something even if it's just my name.
Featured writer with the Libertines Collective in November http://www.myspace.com/libertinecollective
Experimental and avant garde prose.
Art commentary.
Dialogue, short stories.
Blogging about the process of writing from my own twisted little perspective.
Tom Waits, Don DeLillo, Cindy Sherman, Tony Ourlser, Nick Cave, the Beat Poets, Paul Auster