I have dipped to Connecticut for some word banging this weekend. After a week with no coffee, my natural energy levels are balancing out and I lost the shakes a few days ago.
Novel is coming along nicely still. Piecing paragraphs and putting sentences together. My healthy diet booted my cold fairly quickly and I’m starting to feel the benefits brought on by my annual detox.
Perhaps this year we’ll extend beyond January…
Peanut experienced her first proper snow up here in the hills, the sort that nearly reaches your knees.
I haven’t posted much new writing lately because everything I’m working on relates to Novel. I don’t want to post chapters of what I’ll be pitching to publishers down the line.
It’s fascinating to go back through my thousand and some-odd posts to read about when I started “mission get published” to now. I have ranted and raved about how I don’t care about getting published, I just want to write. And somehow I’ve happily managed it. It’s nice to know that when I finish Novel number one, regardless of if it gets picked up… I still get to wake up every morning, go to work and WRITE.
I’ve finally reached the point where I’m not chasing anything. I have more than I could ever ask for. It’s startling almost. In the mix of book stuff, job stuff etc… I’m devising a way to give something back.
Most of all, I’m being easy on myself. I haven’t done that for awhile.
So far I am in love with 2013.
I brought Lily Peanut to my parents’ house this weekend. Needless to say, seeing my little girl imported from Australia running around the yard where I grew up was beyond surreal. I wanted Henry to be there, it made me cry a bit. Continue reading
I went to the country for the weekend. I’ve been pretty cranky for a few reasons.
After working 800 hours last week, I haven’t quite slept enough yet. I’m planning for the puppies to get on an airplane in a few weeks, and I still don’t know where I’m going to live.
Then there are these words everywhere. Continue reading
I escaped to my parents’ for the weekend. These country dips to visit the creatures that created yours truly are half of whyI left Australia to come back to New York City.
All kinds of insanity has happened in the past 10 months since I’ve returned to the land of USA. Three of my four sisters stopped speaking to me, I had the craziest nervous breakdown of this life so far and I’ve had to readjust to a hemisphere I abandoned in 2002 because it simply became too much. Continue reading
Namaste blog tribe
Tim and I are packed and prepared for a 24-hour Connecticut frolic. Both of us are still somewhat astonished by the fact that we grew up around the corner from each other. When we leave the city to run around in the same forests we both did as kids – uniquely magical things occur.
Words are pouring from pens and clicking into keys. Poetry: Volume Three will be ready on time. Life is a refreshed shade of wonderful.
I’m still shaken by the amount of existence that has been compressed into the past ten months. I haven’t been back in the States for a year yet… and my entire life has reshaped.
My writing seems to be following suit. Stories once traveling east have veered west, screenplays are being considered and prose pour daily.
It’s somewhat foreign to be settling into a life where I’m not out of my mind chasing something. Such as a gallop from Australia to Manhattan, for example.
I adore and am appreciative of every second. And there’s so much more time to write…
Alas, I think I’ll conclude work for a few sets of hours. I’m going to run around barefoot amongst my parents’ acre in the country and celebrate Father’s Day tomorrow with the best Daddy ever.
I hope your weekend is filled with granted wishes.