the world of gretchen cello

As a Writer, no where has opportunities like New York City… in my humble opinion. And no place else has New Yorkers…

Watching the sunrise in Queens a few days back, one of my favorite people and I were discussing New Yorkers. He made me laugh saying something like ‘We’re the only “-ers”, New Yorkers… You don’t have Los Angeles-ers or Chicago-ers.’ I chimed in with ‘Same in Australia, no Melbourne-ers… Sydney tries to have “Sydney-siders”, which is whack to begin with.’

My mother told me this morning that New Yorkers are a big part of why I love the city. ‘They’re like you,’ she said. ‘They’ll talk to anyone walking down the street, that’s why you like it there, because that’s how you are.’ Continue reading…

The novelty of being able to escape to my parents’ crib in the forest to rework my words and adjust how my head is screwed on, any time at my leisure, makes me very happy.

I spent seven years with a 10 000 mile gap. Ninety minutes travel these days ain’t nothin.

I met someone from Turkey yesterday and we discussed what it’s like when you leave your entire family for a whole new country on your own. It’s one of those topics where, when you find someone else that’s done it, you immediately begin gesticulating wildly with wider eyes. Continue reading…

I’m pretty sure I meant to say ‘a guy with no shirt on’ opposed to ‘a guy with no shirt off’ … I imagine it was the shock of the chicks pole dancing inside the car that had me fumbling my words once again… or something to that extent… Continue reading…

Happy weekend blog family as we bid July farewell and move into the final month of summer.

Last night my roommate and I decided that we needed to go out. Really… we needed to…. between the insanely long hours he works and me trying to balance word sorting and nervous breakdown patterns… going out was imperative.

Our wanders led to a divine West Village hideaway where we were tucked into a tiny linen fortress and presented with deliciousness after deliciousness while one of the hottest women I have ever seen in my life shook her hips and rolled her body in ways that simply defy my previous understanding of human possibility. Continue reading…

Today is my mother’s birthday. Tomorrow I travel out to visit. I phoned her earlier to sing birthday songs. Part of our conversation sounded like this:

‘Have you started your job yet?’

‘No… but someone offered me a venue to host a spoken word night on Sundays.’

‘Are they going to pay you for that?’

… and then we both literally broke into fits of laughter. BWAHAHAHAA!! Continue reading…

Suitcase packed, writing books (check), laptop – sorted… in we go!

Right. In a few hours temporary residence in Queens will be going down. Does this seem sudden? It totally is… cheers to the Universe for subscribing me a soul tribe that can still manage to figure me out even when I lock myself away for hair pulling, word pounding, and nervous break-downing. Continue reading…

Day 9 on Yankee soil!

The love around me has words spilling, laughter echoing, and consistent sighs breathing fresh, lilac-scented secrets that whisper, I think I might just finally be onto something…

I have an interview on Monday in Manhattan. It’s more of a preliminary screening… but I must admit… I’m quite excited at the opportunity to put on my grownup clothes and dance over to midtown… I’ve already started rehearsing lines that sound like ‘I promise to be on my very best behaviour in exchange for some funding to pay for future bikini zombie movies and a self-published collection of my inky emotion… pinkie swear…’ Continue reading…

231 consecutive page updates is full on.

Life is a crazy game filled with action… but I do believe my last few months have been a decent roller coaster ride… one with at least three loops.

RE-CAP

Ran away from job after I learned my ‘boss’ back then was actually Satan. Bounced out of Australia and frolicked all over the greater New York City area for four months writing my ass off. Came back to Brisbane in February and crashed from tribal withdrawal after the first month. Started to edit more than write to produce some type of book-like object. Slowly began going mad from seclusion and ended up working again… Continue reading…

Dear blog family

I’ve been published here and here Continue reading…

Although I am by no means a practicing Catholic and anti-organized religion all together, I grew up with traditions that I naturally carry on. This includes enormous Easter lunches.

As a kid I got dragged to church every year and I remember dreading Easter mass worse than any other because it went on for AGES!! These days I’m just all about the food… Amen! Continue reading…