I love Christmas time in New York City. To celebrate this wonderful time I of year, I’ve been going on dates again.
My mantra of the moment is, “Don’t get married.” As our loyal readers are aware, I have a nasty habit of doing that. And I really like to do it, apparently, with people who I hardly know. So yeah, the “Don’t get married” mantra is in full effect.
I haven’t felt compelled to marry anyone I’ve been on dates with this week… I’ve been on three so far. I guess it’s a bit fun. But then again, it’s sort of impossible to have a bad time running around Manhattan at places like The John Dory and The Pony Bar. Continue reading
I’ve been married twice, but no one has ever actually proposed to me. Right now, I’m working on my first proposal ever. I’ve learned not to rely on other parties to be involved in such an intimate process. So I’m doing the proposal all by myself.
BOOK PROPOSAL TIME BLOG TRIBE!
An author representative asked for a proposal or manuscript to bat up to the Editorial group.
Yo… Continue reading
Well, I snapped blog family. After about two months, I am once again with phone. Truth be told, the talking bits weren’t what I missed… I missed the gadgety bits… particularly the camera.
Naturally, I’ve already thrown my new phone once – I’m glad I got that out of the way quickly. There’s a big old chip on the top corner. It made me smile, various imperfections please me in an odd way.
While I was running around the Mac store on 5th Avenue last weekend rejoicing over having a pocket-sized happy-snapper to click my city and share with you all once more, I decided I also needed a new laptop.
YEAH FOR NEW LAPTOPS! Continue reading
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.