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gretchen is a writer in new york city

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Namaste blog tribe

You know, I remember starting this page with a broken heart and lack of a prayer on getting to New York City. Then I got here in a volcanic blast of emotion and life adjustment after spending ten years in another country. THEN I lost my job, I guess that was the official point of: alright, no more tears over exes… no more taking for granted how hard I work… onto the next one. Continue reading

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Namaste darlings

After a few day hiatus where I filed down jagged life pieces, chopped up smooth ones and found ways to click and jab them all back together again…

Here I am. I apologize to anyone I frightened and appreciate the love that poured in with phrases like, “Oh my God! Did your site crash?” “Darling, are you ok?” And “I love reading your blog, I hope you’re alright.”

It was the first time in 54 months that I took down my web playground. There are a few reasons around it, nothing I feel like getting into right now.

In other news, the lovers are still nesting in my Hell’s Kitchen abode. I’ve been going on stacks of interviews. This Tuesday, I actually have four in one day. All at the same place. I’m pretty sure if my shine is bright enough, it’s my official train ticket back into town.

Nesting on a farm for five minutes had its moments, but obviously – New York City is the only place for me, when it comes to the U.S. If I want to find somewhere far away and quiet, I’ll go back to northern Australia.

There’s a life Manhattan makes for me that I couldn’t see clearly over the past 36 months for a few reasons. I went from one garbage relationship straight into another one, I dealt with two of my best friends committing suicide and then there’s the ugly “that happened” incident I’m not allowed to talk about.

I’ve come out stronger. I knew I was strong before, and I knew I was independent. But it wasn’t until the most recent upside down flipping of my world that both of these things carried me long enough to gain my true appreciation.

Oh, and the book… the book

viewing inter

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.”

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