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IMG_8664I had a legitimate conversation with someone about work today. Not a “hide from life” situation… a legitimate job.

Earlier today, I was on the phone with my best friend of 32 years. We both agreed, ever since I got back to this country three and a half years ago… I haven’t been me. We even went a step further to say, whoever I might be was consumed by a stranger I married 12 years ago. Continue reading

truffle butter

So I was on about my favorite Nicki track off Pink Print a few weeks ago. They’re actually all my favorite…

Anyways, I’ve been feeling less emo recently. I’ve moved away from R&B, through a brief rock period and now I’m back to Prink Print.

I miss my crew in Australia. My fellow Writer wenches and Artistic posse of love spreaders. It makes me smile watching us all make moves with new creations and surreal experiences of inspiration.

I like seeing whole crew make it. That’s part of what I dig about Nicki and Young Money – in addition to the fact that each one of them has a sick flow and smart words.

And I’ve always been sucker for smart words…

“I ain’t gotta compete with a single soul. I’m good with the ballpoint game, finger roll.”

three million reads. one hundred pages.

IMG_7274So I’ve been invisible a few days: editing, editing, editing. Usually, I immensely dislike editing. I look forward to when I am finally a sought-after creative word slinger with editors falling at my feet.

I need one.

Alas, being out of the city and working on Book has shifted how I think and work in wonderful ways. I’ve made it through 100 pages so far. It took me three days straight, and my lover having to cop more than his share of, “Shhhh! I’m working! HUSH!”

In other news, my blah-g has officially reached OVER THREE MILLION READS. It took about five years, madness.

I’ve said this before, but special love to the Feeders. The biggest group of readers in our land has new licks shot directly to inbox land. That means a lot to me. As someone who entertains a modest amount of fellow Earth dwellers, sporadically – having an international cult that’s been checking in from Australia to Manhattan to the paradise retreat I somehow landed at recently… I keep that close to me.

I’ll have a really bitchin book to dig super soon… that one I’ve been on about doing since like, 2009.IMG_7507

A big problem I have with editing my work is my literal obsession over each word and sentence. Being a Poet who also writes fiction and narrative work, I find the different voices weave together in a way I feel is proudly unique to my writing. But sometimes, I find these overly esoteric phrases slipping into a story where they don’t quite jive.

Hopefully the next 200 pages is a little smoother. I’m trying to be easier on mySelf.

how many days. looks like.

Namaste blog tribe

So a few days ago I was all “I need to blah-g every day” and then I got into writing IMG_7749poetry a bit and THEN I started hitting novel keys and suddenly two days went by and I was like, “Fuck. Remind me how I was in an office for 12 years, again?”

The fact that I worked Wall Street corporate aside, offices, in general, to me – are no bueno. The whole hunched over glowing screen in between moving from table to desk. This chair to that one…

It’s just not good for you.

I also don’t think it’s good working on someone else’s clock. On my own schedule, I wake up around 4/4.30am and go to sleep at 9. Considering I get to work from home now, it’s even better since those earliest hours are my most productive.

Don’t get me wrong, I have worked in some of the most beautiful offices in Manhattan and Melbourne. That doesn’t mean I want to be there eight hours a day.

IMG_7729I got a text message from one of my best mate’s earlier that said: So, I thought you were on holidays. Apparently, you moved and didn’t tell anyone.

I suppose in a way I did. I have to re-tally my moving statistics. It’s wonderful to be able to focus exclusively on my creative work, in between patting the llama and cuddling with goats.

The book is going sharp and bite-y. Just how I prefer it. Goddess willing this one will be done by the end of this New England winter.

I haven’t even mentioned how freezing it is…

ps. apologies for photo sharing delays lately. i’ve developed a love/hate relationship with patchy service.

nicki. the crying game.

In between about being on about moving, I’ve had a sad feeling in me about someone I used to know.

I’ve mentioned before how I love Nicki. After packing all of my belongings into the back of an Isuzu earlier, I had the first chance to hear her new album.

My favorite track: The crying game.

Nicki Minaj – The Crying Game (Music Video) from RiRi_Fan_93 on Vimeo.

We’re back to playing. The crying game.
We could have been everything, don’t wanna let the tears begin.
We’re back to playing. The crying game.

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