On my friend Patrick Wohlmut’s blog “i want to be sedated,” he recently wrote that writer’s fans apparently like a rough and tumble, pseudo-bohemian image. To wit:
My friend Steve Patterson should, by all rights, be extraordinarily famous. Not only is he a kick-ass writer, he has the kind of look that screams, “Hard Drinking, World Traveling, Gonzo Journalist.” It’s very appealing.
This is extraordinary to me because, of course, I don’t know whatever he’s talking about. In my mind’s eye, I seem to be just another mild-mannered editor by day who tends to his garden and just occasionally writes plays where people jam guns in the mouths of other people and scream. Go figure. But, hey, if it helps sales….
Steve
P.S.: It should be noted that Patrick is also a certified kick-ass writer.
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About Steve Patterson
Steve Patterson has written over 50 plays, with works staged in Portland, Los Angeles, Chicago, Detroit, Austin, Tampa, and other U.S. cities as well as in Canada and New Zealand.
His works include: Waiting on Sean Flynn, Next of Kin, Farmhouse, Malaria, Shelter, Altered States of America, The Continuing Adventures of Mr. Grandamnus, Bluer Than Midnight, Bombardment, Dead of Winter, and Delusion of Darkness.
In 2006, his bittersweet Lost Wavelengths was a mainstage selection at Portland Center Stage's JAW/West festival, and, in 2008, won the Oregon Book Award (he also was an OBA finalist in 1992 and 2002). In 1997, he won the inaugural Portland Civic Theatre Guild Fellowship for his play Turquoise and Obsidian.
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January 3rd, 2008 at 4:22 pm
That just adds to the cool, man… what, you think Hunter Thompson thought he was the renaissance of American cool? Well, ok, he did… but you’re less likely to go completely bugnuts than he did.Believe the hype. You’re a rock star 🙂
January 3rd, 2008 at 4:40 pm
(grin) Thanks, Steve. You are hy-fucking-sterical.