truffle butter

January 25, 2015 Posted by gretchen

So I was on about my favorite Nicki track off Pink Print a few weeks ago. They’re actually all my favorite…

Anyways, I’ve been feeling less emo recently. I’ve moved away from R&B, through a brief rock period and now I’m back to Prink Print.

I miss my crew in Australia. My fellow Writer wenches and Artistic posse of love spreaders. It makes me smile watching us all make moves with new creations and surreal experiences of inspiration.

I like seeing whole crew make it. That’s part of what I dig about Nicki and Young Money – in addition to the fact that each one of them has a sick flow and smart words.

And I’ve always been sucker for smart words…

“I ain’t gotta compete with a single soul. I’m good with the ballpoint game, finger roll.”

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adjust to surround

January 24, 2015 Posted by gretchen

As a Writer, I believe there’s a lot of influence in one’s surroundings. When I look over my work through the years, from New York, then Australia, back in New York and now upstate in the country – I can often feel the environments where each piece was born.

There’s merit to Residence programs when Artists dip to beautiful places to shed their ordinary space somewhere exceptional and see what comes.

It’s been nearly four weeks since I left Manhattan. And while I miss and long for her the way I always do in our periods apart – she’s always there for me, and she always delivers when I need her the most. Also, there’s a safety I feel in her being two hours south, opposed to two days of travel like when I was in Australia.

Right now, after being through a fair amount in the past three years: two divorces, corporate mayhem, countless sleepless nights and the other ups and downs that life delivers… it’s divine being placed in the middle of nowhere, with some animal friends and a peace and quiet that just doesn’t come when you live in midtown.

I’ve been working on a few different things, but mainly, I’m just trying to relax. Working as an Executive, I’ve basically been on a 24-hour clock for the past few years. At the moment, I’m not on anyone’s clock. For the most part, I don’t even know what day it is. I wake up before the sun comes up and structure my time around writing and loving the furry creatures outside as we all withstand the coldest months of a New England winter.

I guess you could say I’m hibernating. And as the words unravel and I approach the end of Novel, I’m embracing this magical opportunity I’ve stumbled into.

And naturally, dreaming of spring.

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is no above

January 22, 2015 Posted by gretchen

i turned. mySelf… i mean. US. i SCREAMED it
AND NO ONE listened or pretended to
plead. recognize what happens. piles of shit.
becoming sick from where you can’t see YOU.
i woke up and acted for the sake of
US. i crawled and scratched off sickness again.
i choked on concepts. ever. above.
sacks of skin begging for a sight of… than.
please bid me purpose. to say… i’ve been. touched.
if i escape time, that means. i killed. when…
wishes of sharing… it matters so… much.
being. born. to know where WE all came from.
where there’s no below. there IS no ABOVE!

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Tender Calculation of Regret’s Discovery. Submit.

January 18, 2015 Posted by gretchen

IMG_7207I wrote a submission-query this morning blog tribe. I always tell myself I’ll do more of these, but I never do. I don’t reckon I’ve even hit ten total – in life.

The one I wrote today was actually to someone who already knocked me back once before, four years ago. I can’t really blame him. My book wasn’t ready. And my letter was like, “Ummm, I have a blah-g and I live in Australia and I’m going to go to New York City, and I’m writing about it.”

Needless to say, he didn’t really care.

Four years later, my letter is like, “Since my last pitch, I went from being a married wife in country Queensland to a single, Wall Street executive in midtown Manhattan. Professionally, I was writing earnings commentary for the CEO of a global finance institution. I recently exceeded three million reads on my blog…”IMG_7501

… I left out the part out about how I’ve been squatting in a 200-year-old farmhouse upstate for the past few weeks.

All of this made me smile. And it made me think back to the few pieces I’ve actually put forward that have been knocked back. The one below was originally posted in 2010. It had literally been years since I picked it up until this morning. I’m just as proud of it now, regardless of whatstheirname not being interested.

Don’t ever let anyone else’s opinion of what you create sway you. It’s one person’s judgement, utterly insignificant. In my experience, artistic work always connects with the most critical audience – its creator. Anything beyond that is icing, I reckon.

THE TENDER CALCULATION OF REGRET’S DISCOVERY

Brisbane is roughly 25,652 kilometres from New York City, give or take a few. When I left Manhattan, my shrink told me that I was approximately 14.7 years away from killing myself. This gave me a life expectancy of roughly 38.5.

Over the past two years the accent I arrived with has finally softened. I know to say ‘Bris-bin’ instead of ‘Bris-bane’ and can even get away with the occasional ‘mate’. I have a unique appreciation for blending in, keeping a low profile. (more…)

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three million reads. one hundred pages.

January 17, 2015 Posted by gretchen

IMG_7274So I’ve been invisible a few days: editing, editing, editing. Usually, I immensely dislike editing. I look forward to when I am finally a sought-after creative word slinger with editors falling at my feet.

I need one.

Alas, being out of the city and working on Book has shifted how I think and work in wonderful ways. I’ve made it through 100 pages so far. It took me three days straight, and my lover having to cop more than his share of, “Shhhh! I’m working! HUSH!”

In other news, my blah-g has officially reached OVER THREE MILLION READS. It took about five years, madness.

I’ve said this before, but special love to the Feeders. The biggest group of readers in our land has new licks shot directly to inbox land. That means a lot to me. As someone who entertains a modest amount of fellow Earth dwellers, sporadically – having an international cult that’s been checking in from Australia to Manhattan to the paradise retreat I somehow landed at recently… I keep that close to me.

I’ll have a really bitchin book to dig super soon… that one I’ve been on about doing since like, 2009.IMG_7507

A big problem I have with editing my work is my literal obsession over each word and sentence. Being a Poet who also writes fiction and narrative work, I find the different voices weave together in a way I feel is proudly unique to my writing. But sometimes, I find these overly esoteric phrases slipping into a story where they don’t quite jive.

Hopefully the next 200 pages is a little smoother. I’m trying to be easier on mySelf.

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