Since kicking off my site just over a year ago, cult members consistently say that I inspire them. I’ve mentioned this in previous posts, and every time a new wave comes through contacting me with conversations like ‘Thank you so much for what you do, following you has renewed my interest in writing,’ I’m left in speechless spins of joy that steer me toward my laptop and get my fingers clicking.
It’s not always as easy as I might be making it look… Continue reading
Right now I am sitting in a glass room with every door open surrounded by forest (once again) smiling. And considering some of my irrational activities as of late… smiling feels even more spectacular than usual. There is the most sublime bite of a morning breeze blowing through reminding me of autumn’s arrival… coaxing my words into stories and poems.
Being the youngest of five children has benefits for many reasons, but still being spoiled with sweets each time I come out to visit must be my favorite. At 31, I’ve had a decent run with this… nearly 32.
Have I mentioned my birthday’s in five days? Continue reading
The novelty of being able to escape to my parents’ crib in the forest to rework my words and adjust how my head is screwed on, any time at my leisure, makes me very happy.
I spent seven years with a 10 000 mile gap. Ninety minutes travel these days ain’t nothin.
I met someone from Turkey yesterday and we discussed what it’s like when you leave your entire family for a whole new country on your own. It’s one of those topics where, when you find someone else that’s done it, you immediately begin gesticulating wildly with wider eyes. Continue reading
Sometimes days turn into nothing but long moments extending through thoughts that cannot sacrifice themselves to rest until you complete them.
In the instance of gretchen cello, sometimes these periods last for what might seem like a long time, if time held any impact on the processing requirements life hits humans with at varying stages.
I’ve been awake for three days. Continue reading
Day 9 on Yankee soil!
The love around me has words spilling, laughter echoing, and consistent sighs breathing fresh, lilac-scented secrets that whisper, I think I might just finally be onto something…
I have an interview on Monday in Manhattan. It’s more of a preliminary screening… but I must admit… I’m quite excited at the opportunity to put on my grownup clothes and dance over to midtown… I’ve already started rehearsing lines that sound like ‘I promise to be on my very best behaviour in exchange for some funding to pay for future bikini zombie movies and a self-published collection of my inky emotion… pinkie swear…’ Continue reading