the world of gretchen cello

First thing’s first – brief rant:

I tend to fly solo. Perhaps this is a common trait of Writers? Not sure. Furthermore, I don’t sleep. On certain days, like today, this creates a striking crimson backdrop to my green irises.

Minding my own business this evening wandering blocks of brief encounters with many people I haven’t seen for years, I was approached by a handful of strangers… which I am ordinarily all for. Talking to strangers is one of my favorite  past times, it ranks close to running with scissors. Continue reading…

First of all I just want to say that I am STILL on about the fridge toss… bloody H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S!!

In other news… the Universe seems to have majestically aligned a Melbourne drift in approximately four weeks.

I’m flying to Melbourne this Friday to celebrate… and to see the puppies.

We’ve been away from each other far too long!

Hmmm what else? Blah blah work blah blah weather…

Oh! That’s right. My poetry was featured by some of my friends HERE.

The most popular page on my site last month was the ‘about’ page which, as the hardcore cult members are aware, changes more often than seasons.

I need some more domains. I think people get confused when they read a love poem and then see some insane Euro-America-Stralian girl throwing appliances out of second story windows.

… in an old converted farm shack full of ghosts.

See what I mean?

This domain stays for ranting… I reckon I’ll start a new one just for poetry. Because after the ‘about’ page… the second most popular hit is my poetry tag.

And that, dear blog family, makes me very, very happy…

Maybe one day it will even complete the entire metamorphic process into category…

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…

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…

When I was a kid my best friend and I had two token cubby houses. One in the closet that was beneath the staircase at my parents’ place, and one that was built up in between a triangular formation of trees in the woods behind her parents’ house. Her brother liked to think of it as ‘his fort’… what little did he know…

I find that every place I end up living has some type of area about it that turns into a 21st century cubby house. Presently it’s a room full of windows. I’ve also had back porch playhouses and a room with ceilings reaching only about four feet high with a sloping floor.

I’ve lived in many different places. Continue reading…

So I’m trying to find a house to rent that’s not shit in a decent neighborhood… easier said than done.

And of course there’s the issue of the ‘two small terriers’. I think this adequately describes the puppies. What sort of a landlord doesn’t want a property full of puppies?

Out of concern that negative connotation attaches to the term ‘terrier’ I’ve adjusted my query phrasing to, ‘Ummm, what’s the animal policy?’ Or ‘Two small dogs…’

We’re at the stage of calling in ugly moving favors in from mates down south. Things from, ‘So when can I borrow your truck?’ to ‘Are you ready for the six houses I need you to spend your Saturday inspecting for me?’

Then there’s the consistent favorite of the locals being hit up, ‘Will you come over and help me pack? I have tequila…’ 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…

Hot news blog family!

I went to a job today that I didn’t walk out of. In fact, I actually had fun. And no, I’m not saying that as some new-age affirmation to make myself think I enjoyed the day when it actually sucked. Please… you know how I do.

Without boring you with details, I shall be getting dollars for the next four weeks writing. When it comes down to it, writing jobs make me happy. Even when they mean I have to sit at a desk other than my own. I will literally make close to double what last week’s ‘incident’ had on the table.

And I need money for two very important things:

1. moving to Melbourne

2. traveling back to New York City (holl-aaaah!!) Continue reading…

Since I’ve come back to Australia I’ve been posting in the mornings like when I was in the States. This is going to switch, posts will be coming at night until further notice… which is actually daytime in the US… so maybe things aren’t changing as much as I thought? Continue reading…

You heard everyone! The puppies are three today. They have been scampering around my feet since they were eight weeks old. Today’s entry is a photo blog in honor of Henry and Lily… family members / cult mascots…

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