Thank you for visiting my project status blog,The Good Scribe. I am the owner of Words From A Wicked Woman, an online media outlet that focuses on lifestyle and politics for women 35+; this blog, and; a new online women’s magazine, WickedWomanMag.com (WWM), unlike any other currently available online or in print to be launched in 2017. I began as a freelance journalist primarily published under the pseudonym Drew Alise Timmens, but occasionally under my own name, Tamara Adrine-Davis. In my heart, I will always be freelance, even if I only take one outside assignment a year.
If you are here, I’ve stirred up some controversy that made you want to know more about me; you’re an editor seeking clips of published material, information about my areas of interest, a résumé and possible availability; a WWM reader wondering who this chica really is; a colleague possibly considering sending writing samples and a résumé, or; a possible crowdfunding donor. If you fall into any of those categories, you’ve come to the right place! If you are not interested in my work, I am happy to help you back to the wordpress.com home page or Google where you can search for the material you want.
I wrote primarily for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender (LGBT) media from 2000 through 2003. My most frequent areas of coverage were issues affecting people of color; politics; religion, and; personal profiles of prominent people. My byline appeared on over 40 articles during those years. I wrote for the forerunner of the SheWired.com site, LesbiaNation.com; Venus magazine before it changed focus, and; the beautiful, but short-lived Arise magazine. I have also written for the former Window Media group–publisher of the LGBT newspapers Southern Voice, The Washington Blade and The New York Blade among others, before its bankruptcy, and; the Mac Observer where I wrote about one of my favorite subjects, Apple, Inc.
I used to say, “I am re-entering journalism after years of battling several chronic conditions.” In re-writing this site, I realized that I’ve never left journalism. Even while laying in a hospital bed, or in my own bed while recuperating from any number of indignities, I’ve never stopped yelling at broadcast journalists for the crappy job most of them do; re-writing articles I’d previously written and had accepted, or those written by others. When I had to put my much-beloved nearly-10-year-old Airedale Terrier down less than 48 hours after my deeply, passionately beloved great-uncle died at 92, the only thing that barely kept me from breaking was thinking about what I could write to help others understand and cope. When my new Airedale Terrier girl had to have major surgery at seven months old because of a condition that wasn’t supposed to be in the breed, I began thinking about what vet to approach to explain why someone else’s canine baby–most likely a toy or giant breed–had to go through the pain, rehab and, ultimately, be spayed or neutered because they should not be bred. No, I’ve never really left journalism. I’ve just become an editor.
Two of my most memorable articles were coverage of the 2000 presidential mess that was Florida when a lot of today’s press aides were in junior high school, and; three gut-wrenching articles about a black, moderately mentally retarded lesbian on Oklahoma’s death row who no one other than the Oklahoma Parole Board and the state’s Republican governor wanted to see executed. It was then that I understood why there is such a substance abuse and suicide problem in our line of work. We see the dirt, write about the dirt and then watch as no one cleans it up.
I have had an opportunity to indulge my intellectual curiosity and sense of fairness by writing about most major Christian denominations and the hard-fought struggle for LGBT equality while learning about women’s history as a side benefit. I have written about African LGBT activists who literally put their lives and loved ones in enough danger to force emigration from their homeland and requests for political asylum in Europe. I have written about the now-former “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, Don’t Pursue” that was responsible for separating very necessary protectors of our nation’s national security from the service for which they so eagerly volunteered. I have kept suspected hate crimes semi-underwraps at the request of investigators and I have gotten participants to tell me exclusively what happened. I have written about the largest LGBT human rights organization in the country while using the invaluable research done by the nation’s largest and smartest LGBT think tank. In short, I have been in the world about which I write be it LGBT or not. Finally, I will be at least a very tiny footnote in history by virtue of being black, disabled, LGBT, published and, in not as long as some would hope, a publisher. For that, I am eternally grateful.
My health issues are chronic but can be controlled for the most part given the right medical treatment. Those health challenges that have come seemingly out of the blue of late will have to be addressed without delay. Nevertheless, one of the good things about opening my own magazine is that I can do business at 3 a.m. in Europe and no one will bat an eye or edit several articles while in a t-shirt over the course of a weekend surviving only on Coke and a sandwich. The Internet and telecommuting are godsends.