Merle Ginsberg, CA

Critically Acclaimed Writer

Merle is an LA based published poet, journalist, author, and editor of culture, business, retail, and entertainment pieces. She’s won a number of awards for her stories and writing style, and has a NY Times bestselling book. In her long career, she’s written for Rolling Stone, MTV, The New York Times Magazine, the London Times, W Magazine, WWD, Harper’s Bazaar, Ladies Home Journal, People, Marie Claire, Cosmopolitan, the LA Times, Town and Country, The Hollywood Reporter, The Daily Beast, the New York Post, and Elle Décor.

As a Story Terrace writer, Merle interviews customers and turns their life stories into books. Get to know her better by reading her autobiographical anecdote below.

An Outsider Looking In

I came out of the womb loving – craving – words and stories; that’s how I made sense of the big scary world right away. Creativity – looking around from a crib with toys dangling above my head, putting together a composite picture of who I was and wanted to be – was necessary, I believed, for my emotional survival. And what you believe when you’re a kid becomes your reality.

I had the feeling the world was full of mysterious things and places. So I sought them out for myself in the only way I could – through books: first fairytales, then novels, drama, poetry, and philosophy. I started writing poetry at a very young age – had a very active fantasy life. Daydreaming about becoming someone exotic, worldly, elegant, educated, witty, charming, stylish, like Anais Nin, and finding people like this in literature and old movies, led to a self recreation, reinvention.

By the time I was 15, my parents barely recognized me: I wore big hats, long dresses with clogs, and emulated Virginia Woolf and Colette. I was never without a book, which baffled my tv-sogged parents, impressed the hell out of my teachers, and alienated most friend-possibles who saw me as a geek and a butt kisser.

I was none of those things.

I just didn’t like what they liked: playing ball, playing hooky, playing with toys, or boys – or both. The more they seemed to ostracize me (they probably just didn’t know what the hell in the world to make of me), the more books I consumed, the more teachers I courted. I gave puppet shows for class projects on historical topics, when everyone else just plagiarized reports out of Encyclopedia Brittanica.

I knew the so-called “popular kids” had no interest in me – but I had no interest in them, except to study their machinations and social ambitions (yes, even at age 12). I just wanted to get some kind of grip on human behavior: I was an outsider studying the inside, and that’s where I remain. And sometimes, being on the outside can be every bit as fun as being in the middle of everything.

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