the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

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not too. shhhhh.

IMG_3134After my thoughts about other Writer blah-gs earlier,  I decided to visit a few to catch up on the past years-ish. Something interesting I saw, is that while no one is brave enough to comment on a blog post publicly, they’ll happily “like” it on Facebook.

I guess this is where my post-grad communications dorkness shows. It stuns me that rather than individually support an Artist in their own forum – out of ease and convenience = humans thumbs up to show their approval while raising Facebook’s stock.

Because everyone knows, Mark Zuckerburg needs a raise. Continue reading

a week? dates.

IMG_3137Can’t believe a week flew by blog family.  That’s what happens at the end of a New York City summer. We all go nuts because we know the sidewalks just won’t be the same in a few months. Everyone crowds to street cafes to guzzle their last rounds of  frozen drinks before autumn arrives and we swap our summer cocktails for pumpkin ales and replace our singlets with sweaters.

Sigh.

It goes so fast.

To see summer out properly and conclude the ritual of forgetting that kid I liked for a week or so, I’ve been going on dates. Again.

Being a swaggy, independent lady like myself here in the big smoke – it’s pretty easy getting dates. I actually had three in the same day last week. Dates aren’t the hard thing to land. Second dates, that’s another story.  Continue reading

words. a bit of whatever.

Namaste cult of blog

IMG_2816Words are pouring from my fingers like woah. I’m a bit in love with what I’m working on at the moment. It’s nearly half done, considering I started this particular project like two weeks ago, I’m pretty excited. Truth be told, I just want to have one completed Novel next to my poetry books.

Then the next poetry book will be in the cards… it’s been a minute.

In other news, I was chatting with one of my besties about the not-relationship I was recently caught up with. My mate and I decided to apply the two second rule to the situation. Only opposed to dropping something on the ground for two seconds then eating it, we decided that two ordinary instances of shagging don’t really count for anything. And that I shouldn’t have ever really cared or been attached to this particular person. That’s how the twoIMG_2822 second rule applies here. Continue reading

what is love. my homies.

Namaste blog tribe

IMG_1807My homies and I have been chatting love recently. Last night I had an intersting conversation about the concept of Love. I love everyone. Even human creatures that I up front can’t stand, deep down I love them. I have to. Even my ex-husband who I really can’t stand, I still have to love him universally. Otherwise I think I’d be a shitty human, that’s just how I live.

So during our love conversation I naturally bitched about “dating” or “seeing people” or however this strange ritual of eating with humans, going places, shagging, etc. somehow might equivocate to a possible “relationship”.

Recently I knocked around with someone for close to two months, we shagged a few times, had a couple of laughs. And when I queried if we were in a “relationship” I was advised, “No, I don’t think so.”

My homie last night was trying to explain to me that I move too quick. Having to learn “dating” at 35, when you’ve been married since you were 23, frankly, fucking sucks. According to my mate, “It’s New York City, you just, like, see a lot of people, and then see what happens.” Continue reading

sia. chandelier. girls. drinks.

First of all, Sia: Chandelier

… you’re welcome.

Last night over Shiraz with my girlfriend, she put me onto Sia. Apparently Sia is from Australia, I can’t lie – I never heard of her the nine years I spent living there, but I live a deliberately sheltered existence in many ways.

IMG_2182Which sounds peculiar considering I live in midtown Manhattan… I digress. Continue reading

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