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Tag: happiness (page 11 of 30)

now that’s official

My New York driver’s license arrived in the mail today. Continue reading

off to frolic

Namaste blog tribe

Tim and I are packed and prepared for a 24-hour Connecticut frolic. Both of us are still somewhat astonished by the fact that we grew up around the corner from each other. When we leave the city to run around in the same forests we both did as kids – uniquely magical things occur.

Words are pouring from pens and clicking into keys. Poetry: Volume Three will be ready on time. Life is a refreshed shade of wonderful.

I’m still shaken by the amount of existence that has been compressed into the past ten months. I haven’t been back in the States for a year yet… and my entire life has reshaped.

My writing seems to be following suit. Stories once traveling east have veered west, screenplays are being considered and prose pour daily.

It’s somewhat foreign to be settling into a life where I’m not out of my mind chasing something. Such as a gallop from Australia to Manhattan, for example.

I adore and am appreciative of every second. And there’s so much more time to write…

Alas, I think I’ll conclude work for a few sets of hours. I’m going to run around barefoot amongst my parents’ acre in the country and celebrate Father’s Day tomorrow with the best Daddy ever.

I hope your weekend is filled with granted wishes.


Last night my apartment sounded sensational.

Something like click click… clackety click…

I looked to my left, across the studio, to see a pair of honey-earth toned eyes blinking in approval.

I blushed and kept writing.

You know, sometimes when I read FollowMeToNYC archives I find myself audibly murmuring “Damn”s and “Oh damn”s whilst biting fingernails.

It’s been nearly three years since the jump-off to get to this city with a novel. I need to deliver.

Speaking of deliver… it thrills me to announce my forthcoming collaboration with Ricardo Perez Jr… Pro-Portioned.

Pro-Portioned is proudly sponsored by the independent label Stormed Heart Writings. I am honored that my first collaborative collection is on this label and with Rick, who I respect and love more than any silly blog post can catch.


Furthermore, in July I will release Poetry Volume 3. While it will be a challenge collecting all of my work from the last 12 months considering that I spent 60% of it a full-time wreck – it will be nice to officially dust Poetry Volume 2… which I never even bought a personal copy of because it was just too depressing to read.

At least I know for certain that Poetry Volume 3 ends blissfully.

While my achievements publishing poetry are somewhat baffling to me, rest will not arrive until I’m novel pitching. I didn’t come back to this town to be complacent.

Hey publisher… Catch!

I’m pretty rapt about moving uptown and, even though my present landlord continues to channel Satan and stays shooting me malevolent e-mails – I will not be deterred.

July 1st or bust. July 1st also happens to be Tim’s birthday. Hence, extra on.

I spent the morning writing, drinking black coffee and dancing to Fat Joe in preparation for UPTOWN. Off to write reports.




89 days

I realized this morning that it has been 89 days since Tim arrived.

Needless to say, my family is pretty pissed off about me getting hitched 44 days after discovering the wonder of my husband. It’s ironic because part of my escape from Australia was to be closer to them. I imagine if anyone decides to have a real look at how ecstatic I am about life lately, they’ll decide to come around.

You always hear people talk about how life can change overnight. I still don’t think it prepares anybody for when it actually happens.

As a Writer, things that inspire me usually stir in my stomach for a few weeks before I start pouring them out. Truth be told, between finding a new place, booking puppy flights, rocking a day job, and marveling at the man who wifed me lickety split… I’ve been spilling some poetry, not as many short stories… a bit of novel here and there… and a couple other odds and ends.

I think I’ll write a short story today.

It’s interesting being in a relationship with someone who reads my work. Not only does my man read what I’m writing, he even knocks around blog land and does some writing of his own. Here are my top ten favorite things about my husband:

Gretchen Cello’s Top Ten Favorite Things About Her Husband Tim

10. Tattoos.

9. He’s mean on a BMX.

8. He cooks.

7. He knows how to build things.

6. He appreciates the puppies… and museums.

5. He understands that hot sauce is the only truly critical condiment.

4. He lets me cry sometimes when Earth overwhelms me.

3. He’s musical.

2. He is the most genuinely kind creature I have encountered.

1. Falling in love at first sight injects unique meaning into life.

Now… off to write that short story. Love and light to you and yours… spread it, the world will thank you. I promise.

my husband

You know, blog family, sometimes I get so caught up with daily crazies that I don’t place enough emphasis on the most critical life occurrences taking place.

Like my husband, for example.

Around eleven weeks ago, a stranger and I ended up on the same block. I invited him to New York City for no other reason besides knowing at first sight that he and I were supposed to meet.

We haven’t separated since.

Something I find entertaining is that while I have attempted to express my elation here and there, the inability of many local humans to rejoice in any type of happiness or divinity which does not offer personal, immediate benefit seems challenging.

I wonder why that is?

In 2009, I started this “blog” off heartbroken in Australia trying to figure out how I would escape. Today I live in Manhattan, support myself independently as a Writer, and am now married to someone who essentially appeared out of thin air and blessed my world with wondrous emotions I spend each day seeking descriptions for.

Since Tim and I have been together, I’ve noticed a decrease in phone calls and an increase in blog traffic. I find this somewhat voyeuristic…

Tim is bloody amazing cult collective, considering how wild my last few weeks have been – I felt the need to explicitly express this. He’ll read this post at some stage, blush and say something like, “Babe. That’s embarrassing…”

Then I’ll smile and stare at him, which is what I spend most of my free time doing lately. I hope your day is filled with smiles too… the more I smile, the easier it is to sift through what to keep close and what to let go.

I’m keeping Tim close.

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