Certain aspects of my writing process are predictable. I tend to teeter between manic binges of writing and reading. A writing professor of mine once said, “If you want to improve your writing, read more.” I don’t necessarily agree with this. In fact, I think a lot of authors sound too much like what they like to read.
Naturally as a Writer, I sweat words on a page. So every few months, once I’ve spilt enough syllables to keep me quiet for five or ten minutes – I binge on books. I say binge, because once I start reading… I usually read a book in a day or two, tending to pack three or four in a weekish, get it out of my system – and then get back to writing.
I don’t seek out literary greats or any particular genre, but I like books with gold medals on them. And ones with catchy summaries that make me say, “Yes. I would like to listen to your brain tell me things for a few days.” Continue reading
This morning I started to get down on myself about the blog gaps of the past months-ish. But then a huge smile crossed my lips. In between being sad about Henry and other things, I’ve really been banging book.
Then I started feeling all nostalgic looking at just how dope my set-up is and what I seriously accomplished since shooting off to get here. It took about three years… I blogged nearly every day of that… and I’m plopped dead center Manhattan clacking away, working full-time as a Writer.
All of these pieces are why I love this city. It took a lot of time and a fair amount of ass busting, but I positioned myself to embrace one of my favorite places in all the ways she offers. Like a fifteen minute stroll to work or five minute walk to a broadway show. A morning wander to Central Park or mosey on over to an art museum.
I live upstairs from everything. With Peanut.
This is the type of environment where I work the best, which is why there was no rest until getting here. Meanwhile life happened along with all the rest and I’ve got pages and pages I’m pasting together.
It’s pretty fun… actually.
Here’s to 2013 cult collective! Let us all be lovers with wind in our hair and fire in our heart.
Timothy and I went on a date tonight to Sik Gaek in Woodside. Each of our O.C.D elements ignited in delight at the 17 varieties of barbecue accompaniments dished up with the likes of spicy muscles and fresh tasting soju. We gobbled roasted garlic with jalapeño accompaniments beside crispy cabbage salad and hot rice noodles in red pepper sauce.
Delicious is an understatement.
While I swing in cranky directions as average as the next human creature, I am grateful every day for the life I live. So clinking soju glasses at a small, round silver table with a flaming grill in the center on a Friday night – accompanied by someone I love… it’s impossible to ask for more.
We wandered home holding hands in the red-cheek brisk of a New England October. Then I danced around the house with the puppies.
In closing, Sik Gaek in Woodside is a flavorful Friday evening that you should probably take someone you have a crush on, or someone your related to, or someone who yearns for yum the same way as you. The dishes are enormous and served to be shared. There’s live seafood swimming around waiting to be cooked on your table, if that’s your thing. And there’s an English practicing staff whose best line of the evening for me was, “Mushroom soup? We don’t have that. Oh wait! We do! The words are so different in Korea…”
How I <3 thee NYC.
Over the past year, I’ve taken a total of three days off. This is a stark contrast to the four weeks of vacation I’m used to gaining as a standard job contract down under.
I don’t go back to work until Thursday. I am fortunate to have a five day weekend in place to help get the puppies settled. I must say, however, that they don’t seem to be having any issue catching up where we left off. I’ve been walking them every few hours. We found a few local places to play fetch.
It’s as if no time has gone by. Continue reading
In the past week two people I love and respect said in separate instances something that sounded like, “It’s so good to see you happy.”
While the kind words stretched my record wide smile of late even wider, they also got me thinking of how miserable I was for a minute there.
Then I started thinking about the three years of my life woven through these pages. Three continents, two husbands, five jobs, two puppies, six different houses and heaps of writing. Some to grin at and some for scowling.
But truth be told, I really am happy. Considering how fortunate I know I am to live in the societies I reside on this planet, it’s difficult for me to ever claim anything other than being ok. I guess that’s part of the reason I was a bit taken by comments on my recent bliss. They reminded me of how un-ok I was for a bit.
I feel like I survived my first 12 months back. The next 12 months I think I’ll focus more on living instead of just surviving. While the trials and tribulations of Earth are some of the most terrible in all the galaxies (according to my opinion), the love and beauty and possibility in this land is also dynamic.
I heard a rumor today that the puppies will land in Queens on September 14. House, husband, puppies… insert novel here…