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gretchen is a writer in new york city

Tag: happiness (page 4 of 30)

day thirty-two

IMG_5806I have never Skyped so much in my entire life. Tonight, during our second session of the day, the luthier and I pondered how our species ever survived without it.

In a way, it doesn’t feel like we’ve been separate for 32 days. Technology sort of washed that out with text messages and video chat. However, there is absolutely no replacement for the physical touch of your better half. Continue reading

estate ascensione

estate ascensione

mi ha baciata
nel mezzo
della notte.
ho lampeggiato. aprire.
5 del mattino. all’alba. Continue reading

italy, marriage and me

Out of all the jokes I crack about being a shit girlfriend but an amazing wife, there’s certainly some truth to it.

Early in my writing career, I had a very brilliant mentor – a lovely Australian man around 70 years old back then. When he introduced me to people, he would say “Meet Gretchen, she’s hard and fast.” Continue reading

here i go (again)

Namaste blog tribe

IMG_3955So I’m leaving for Australia via Tahiti in about seven hours. I’m not packed. I woke up in tears. I don’t want to go, but I do want to go.

I have to go. Continue reading

book. stories. tahiti.

Namaste blog tribe

A month from today, I leave for Tahiti. I’m going to Tahiti, alone, to hide out for a few days and squat in a water hut.

It’s quite a grown-up moment, actually. When I started this webpage I didn’t know how I was going to write professionally in Manhattan, now I’m jet-setting to Tahiti, alone, to play with the words I’ve been spooling for the past four years.

IMG_2405The number of stories and general written work I have is baffling. I’m excited to see the first full-length novel I bring out with it. Lately I’m been spreading pages around the floors of my east midtown tower in the sky, shuffling them around and then brining them together.

My approach to “making it” was to be paid full time to do nothing but spill ink in a job that didn’t involve journalism. And naturally, I had to do this completely independently in one of the most expensive neighborhoods on earth because I’ve always supported the “go hard or go home” mentality.

I don’t believe it’s possible to be better than anyone. All you can do is weigh you up against you. I never felt I had anything to prove, but I’ve always wanted to prove things to myself.

Flying to a south Pacific paradise with a few outfits, a lot of books and a photograph of my favorite person it exactly what I need.

28 days. Tick tock tick…

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