the world of gretchen cello

Namaste blog family

This morning the button was pushed and my first collection of poetry is now available on Lulu.

I’m not being pessimistic when I say I don’t expect many purchases, I’m being realistic. Poetry usually only sells after you croak. I’ve got a few books I’m working on that I’ll pitch to publishers and possibly sell down the line. The poetry book is for hardcore cult members – exclusively.

I sold one today, to sister number three… for those just catching up… I’ve got four sisters. I’m the youngest. My sisters literally construct who I am. My sister that bought my book is also a Writer. One day I’ll buy her book… because that’s what sisters do. Continue reading…

Scratch Melbourne. Moving a few buildings closer to work for a brief period. Many buildings closer…

I’m moving to a building and I’m not leaving without some sort of published item that has ‘book’ attached to whatever you choose to call it… ‘self published’ book ‘gretchen cello’s’ book ‘worst’ book ‘ever’.

I need to sort it out. Continue reading…

Somewhere over the evolution of humanhood the word ‘blog’ was invented. Apparently it stems from the word ‘weblog’ that floated down from some other far away land of ‘ummm… i don’t know… what do you think we should call its?’

Like ‘tapirs’, for example.

This is my 246th consecutive post. I’m not really sure what ‘blog’ means. But I am writing my ass off and learning shit loads. Continue reading…

Dear blog family

Many are aware of my three day drive down the east coast from Brisbane to Melbourne and return flight that landed me back north Saturday.

And for those who aren’t… here’s what basically went down last week…

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I’m finding tons of writing fellow cult dwellers. All of this packing has invoked forgotten notebooks to fall from the sky. Sucks to the entire ink to notebook to cyberspace to etc processes that make me feel impatient and leave me with words EVERYWHERE. Continue reading…

As we are slowly learning, although I try to stay away from them… politics fascinate me.

Liberal Treasurer in Western Australia, Troy Buswell, might get sacked after a Greens MP came forward about an affair the two public servants were having.

Like Bill and Monica, for example. Continue reading…

Whenever I tell people that I live in Australia they start rattling off the top most poisonous things they’ve heard that live here. For example, ‘Isn’t Australia that place with the snakes that eat babies and killer sharks… and those frogs…’

To some extent… yes. But it’s mostly the spiders and ants and other bite-y creatures I try to avoid.

This morning a spider that reminded me of the hermit crabs we used to see in beach shops down the shore was lounging outside my front door. I have no idea which spiders are poisonous and which ones devour humans in their entirety. When I consulted a local about the spider he said, ‘I wouldn’t worry too much. It’s only half the size of the blue one I saw up in Cairns.’ Continue reading…

The bottom line facts…

St Patrick’s Day has become a significant holiday since I’ve been in Australia due to my amount of Irish mates here and overseas (shout out to Cathal!).

I never really understood celebrating St Patrick’s Day until I started rolling with the Irish.

I end up hearing pub songs played by various Irish cult members throughout the year so we can sing. And in case you don’t recall, I’m not a singer... St Patrick’s Day is the only time where not singing seems nearly as rude as not drinking Jameson and Guinness… and Kilkenny.

A friend in Ireland once told me he met some Aussies and had no prior knowledge of their drinking skills… Six more sleeps ’til the festivities commence!

St Patrick’s Day also holds special meaning to me as an unconverted pagan.

… and I’m glad he got rid of the snakes too.

Last night started off with climbing trees and ended up with karaoke. And for the record I do NOT sing karaoke. I have no issue standing in front a New York City crowd and spitting funnies… but you will never find me propped between a mic stand and a host named Eddie leading the room in a chorous of We are the champions. Continue reading…

Some of you might recall me complaining about Australian singers the Veronicas and Delta Goodrem back in December. The only thing I loathe more than advertising are supposable ‘celebrities’ trying to sell me shit. And bloody Delta takes the cake. Continue reading…