the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

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bloody tags

I had to take Fronkles to the vet a few weeks ago, because something was off. When the vet asked what the issue was, I replied, “I’m not sure, but I reckon he’s been eating the bloody garbage.”

The vet, with a straight face looked at me and said, “What kind of blood was it?”

And I was like, “Wow.” Continue reading

laughter. learning things.

img_0058My weekend was filled with a lot of laughter. This week I have a four day course, I’m looking forward to learning new things. I’m a tremendous advocate of mind expansion.

As a professional Writer, it’s important that I take any class offered to me. The more styles I’m familiar with, the more valuable I am at work. I really like the company I work for, so I’m keen to get my head around some unfamiliar concepts this week. Continue reading

he didn’t realize

The weekend is passing effectively. It’s somehow Sunday morning… I sufficiently cycled another 24 img_6743hours of crying and sleeping.

In my latest emergency call to David to cry about the luthier; he brought forward a new theory to my present state of disarray.

“I don’t think he realized…” Continue reading

maestro di crepacuore

Someone told me yesterday that they found my writing to be romantic. My reply was, “I think I’m more of a master of heartbreak…”

Maestro di crepacuore.

I honestly do believe, after my most recent heart slashing, I’m done.

Finnito.  Continue reading

settle. learn. scribble.

IMG_6055Alright. I think it’s officially sunk in that I was recently whisked away on an escapade to Italy for a week of utter bliss and incomparable romance. My relationship with the luthier has essentially evolved beyond language.

I’m settling into life, it’s strange. I still have itchy feet and tend to be short with my spoken words – alas, my world is entirely different. Like, everything is completely different.

I was trying to explain this to my besty David last night. He reckons I’m dreary and that I should be in all of my literal glory at the moment. I don’t think I’m dreary, I’m adjusting. I forgot what being happy was like. Continue reading

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