and/or back to AUSTRALIA…

That’s right everyone. Approximately 48 hours ago during script break I got a brilliant idea that was born from the brief consideration of ‘Wouldn’t it be great to have a bunch of poems and short stories in one document?’

After some serious cutting and pasting and three hours of life that I’ll never get back… I had about 50,000 words in front of me. Continue reading…

I feel like a Mastercard commercial. Laptop blah blah dollars, airline tickets such and such, having people say you inspire them… priceless. Continue reading…

Brisbane smells like frangipanis and jasmine; it tastes like Thai and Indian food; sounds like lorikeets and kookaburras; looks electric green and feels like sunshine. Continue reading…

For my blog family just catching up, this is the first time I haven’t had a ‘job’ since I was fifteen years old. Continue reading…

Since I’m little Ms Self Critical I tend to be insanely harsh on myself as an artist. Plus when you’re freelancing (or whatever it is that I’m doing…) and no one is around to say ‘do this, don’t do that…’ you completely have to be.
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One coming-along book, two coming-along scripts, one finished short-film script, a handful of new jokes, a notebook full of poetry and ink spilt here and there. Continue reading…

From time to time I dabble in stand up comedy. I started this back in 2000 studying beneath the most hilarious DF Sweedler who continues to teach the comedy class at Comic Strip Live in Manhattan. If you’re thinking about a course… take that one. Continue reading…

You know you’re working a lot when your own parents intervene. Now and then Mom or Dad toss in a ‘gee, you’ve been sitting in that chair a long time’ or ‘are you still doing that?’ My reply? I’m not going back to an office!! Continue reading…

Yesterday was the one month anniversary of me telling my job to get fucked… here are some shots from the day to briefly re-cap… Continue reading…

This morning as I settled into the hunched-over-laptop pose that I form seven or eight hours a day, Mom says ‘Gretchen, lots of people want to be writers. Too many people, that’s why only some people actually get to do it.’ Continue reading…