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gretchen is a writer in new york city

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joel salsa. let’s dance.

I’m always on about learning new things, like going back to school for a third degree or learning to speak Italian.

DSCN4734Yesterday was my first Salsa lesson! I wore pretty, glittery shoes with special, slippy dance bottoms and wiggled around an eighth avenue studio with about 13 other soon-to-be Salsa-ers.

I don’t think you ordinarily wiggle when dancing Salsa, but it was my first lesson. I mostly wiggled during the turns…

SO MUCH FUN BLOG TRIBE! Continue reading

not until the book finishes

As I settle into sporadic blogging and away from daily posts, I’ve been embracing my hushing head.

The way I put it to a mate of mine tonight, “FollowMeToNYC started so I could blog every day until I swung life as a Writer in Manhattan, I’ve done that, I don’t have much more to say.”

“You can’t stop yet,” was the reply I received. “Not until the book finishes.”DSCN4726

The book continues to finish. I tried to “blog last week, but it was a tornado of emotional spew that I took down after the post saw around twenty views.

This brought to surface two previous -no-no’s I set for myself constructing this cyber image of me… 1. nothing too sappy and 2. nothing that gets pulled down, at least not immediately.

Rules are meant to be broken. And this is all already getting too deep for me… drat you emotional spew!

So yeah, in other news, I’m looking for a friend for Peanut. I think she’s grieved the untimely passing of her brother sufficiently and is ready to, perhaps, invite someone fuzzy to share her house with.

Shelters are being watched as we await the newest cult mascot for our tribe.

 

galas are really fun

DSCN4575The Gala was really fun! My girlfriend iced me last minute, fortunately I have a Chris who was by my side in a pinch! Viva la Cult!

Fun things I did last night included seeing the Mayor, whose speech literally concluded with:

“Gotta go, I have another function to go to. My girlfriend is waiting…” Continue reading

my manhattan morning

I wake up at 5am, naturally, every day. I blame Australia. When I lived in Queensland, the sun would IMG_2493rise around 4.30. I’ve always been an early riser… but anything before 5am is pretty unacceptable when it comes to crawling out of bed. Crawling into bed at 4.30am, on the other hand, is totally acceptable.

I love waking up to activity. I love being in a 24-hour world. During my brief Queens stint, the only people I passed during my strolls in the winter dawn darkness were unfortunate construction workers stuck with the task of working around the clock.

This morning, I walked outside a bit after 5 with Lily Peanut to the greeting of a lovely man who approached me with, “Hello, can you please tell me where House of Brews is? I just moved here from Pennsylvania…”

It’s on West 46th Street if you’re curious.

I then strolled up 9th Avenue to the voice of Rijn Collins. A woman who I am blessed to have as a sister and who is in so many of my fondest memories. They’re way ahead of us in Australia. As we open our eyes to welcome the day, it’s already winding down around there part of the planet.

IMG_2474I arrived at Central Park with my slowly healing little girl and watched her run extensive lengths, kiss other furry friends and beam my way.

On the way home, I bought a bouquet of flowers wrapped by a glowing young boy on the sidewalk before we exchanged “Have a wonderful day”s.

All before 6am.

Some start to a day blog tribe. These are all the reasons I dreamt of coming back.

Oh, and finishing those books of mine… I did a bit of that after our early adventure…

For the first time in my life, I actually feel home. The initial 12 months I spent back in town, I was still reeling from too much to settle. Now that I’m settled, all I want to do is write. I missed that feeling so much. I’m not writing to cope right now, I’m writing because it’s what I love.

Just like New York City. An absolute favorite.

lily peanut. books.

IMG_2436Lily Peanut continues to adjust to her new New York City lifestyle and the untimely passing of her brother.

I’ve been trying not to take up too much real estate here in blog land being sad about Henry. Losing him was the worst experience I’ve had since starting off whatever it is I do with this webpage. Worse than both the broken marriages, far beyond any moment of disgruntle. Continue reading


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