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gretchen is a writer in new york city

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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.

merry yes.

IMG_7097It worked blog tribe! I pulled the perfect vehicle out of thin air – a 1999 Isuzu Rodeo with 88,000 miles that I copped in Jamaica Queens. Since it’s getting registered tomorrow, I went out to visit her today. Her name is Santa, and she’ll be escorting myself, my partner and the puppies to the farm.

There are new projects everywhere, a true blessing on the cusp of entering another year. Addressing them from a 37 acre animal sanctuary, opposed to a wonderful island of running-ness will be a whole new experience. And new experiences bring new art, so you can imagine the dreams I’ve been having… Continue reading

my air walking un-christmas

Namaste blog tribe

IMG_6986 IMG_6987The news I was waiting for came through and for the past 48-hours I’ve been cloud walking, hyperventilating and beaming – all at once.

I’M GOING TO LOVE ANIMALS ON A FARM, KEEP THE PROPERTY BEAUTIFUL AND TEND TO LOVERS SWAPPING SUMMER VOWS! All the while I will be write Write WRITING and re-connecting with ourSelf… with future potential of helping others do the same.

There are no words to express the waterfall of emotions in me at the moment. For one, I’m in a bloody panic because I have to pull a car out of thin air over the next five days. But on the other hand, I’m still adjusting to what’s literally going down. Continue reading

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