As a Writer, no where has opportunities like New York City… in my humble opinion. And no place else has New Yorkers…
Watching the sunrise in Queens a few days back, one of my favorite people and I were discussing New Yorkers. He made me laugh saying something like ‘We’re the only “-ers”, New Yorkers… You don’t have Los Angeles-ers or Chicago-ers.’ I chimed in with ‘Same in Australia, no Melbourne-ers… Sydney tries to have “Sydney-siders”, which is whack to begin with.’
My mother told me this morning that New Yorkers are a big part of why I love the city. ‘They’re like you,’ she said. ‘They’ll talk to anyone walking down the street, that’s why you like it there, because that’s how you are.’ Continue reading…
This morning the button was pushed and my first collection of poetry is now available on Lulu.
I’m not being pessimistic when I say I don’t expect many purchases, I’m being realistic. Poetry usually only sells after you croak. I’ve got a few books I’m working on that I’ll pitch to publishers and possibly sell down the line. The poetry book is for hardcore cult members – exclusively.
I sold one today, to sister number three… for those just catching up… I’ve got four sisters. I’m the youngest. My sisters literally construct who I am. My sister that bought my book is also a Writer. One day I’ll buy her book… because that’s what sisters do. Continue reading…
Somewhere over the evolution of humanhood the word ‘blog’ was invented. Apparently it stems from the word ‘weblog’ that floated down from some other far away land of ‘ummm… i don’t know… what do you think we should call its?’
Like ‘tapirs’, for example.
This is my 246th consecutive post. I’m not really sure what ‘blog’ means. But I am writing my ass off and learning shit loads. Continue reading…
I’m finding tons of writing fellow cult dwellers. All of this packing has invoked forgotten notebooks to fall from the sky. Sucks to the entire ink to notebook to cyberspace to etc processes that make me feel impatient and leave me with words EVERYWHERE. Continue reading…
I don’t understand much about the stars down here. All of the constellations are different and if it doesn’t involve the words ‘southern cross’ I really don’t know what you’re talking about.
However… I have no issue lying on the roof of anyone’s car miles outside of a city watching shooting stars for hours. Those are some of my favorite kind of nights. Continue reading…
Whenever I tell people that I live in Australia they start rattling off the top most poisonous things they’ve heard that live here. For example, ‘Isn’t Australia that place with the snakes that eat babies and killer sharks… and those frogs…’
To some extent… yes. But it’s mostly the spiders and ants and other bite-y creatures I try to avoid.
This morning a spider that reminded me of the hermit crabs we used to see in beach shops down the shore was lounging outside my front door. I have no idea which spiders are poisonous and which ones devour humans in their entirety. When I consulted a local about the spider he said, ‘I wouldn’t worry too much. It’s only half the size of the blue one I saw up in Cairns.’ Continue reading…
Now and then I catch a glimpse of a news story regarding yet another idiot Yankee celebrity coming to Australia and making fools out of themselves. Continue reading…
Since I’ve come back to Australia I’ve been posting in the mornings like when I was in the States. This is going to switch, posts will be coming at night until further notice… which is actually daytime in the US… so maybe things aren’t changing as much as I thought? Continue reading…
place else has New Yorkers…
‘They’re like you,’ she said. ‘They’ll talk to anyone walking down the street, that’s why you like it there, because that’s how you are.’ Continue reading…
