the world and writing of a nyc writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

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viewing inter

IMG_8664I had a legitimate conversation with someone about work today. Not a “hide from life” situation… a legitimate job.

Earlier today, I was on the phone with my best friend of 32 years. We both agreed, ever since I got back to this country three and a half years ago… I haven’t been me. We even went a step further to say, whoever I might be was consumed by a stranger I married 12 years ago. Continue reading

horse getting

Alright blog tribe. I’m hopping back on my horse…

I’ve mentioned a bit about last April here and there, and put shortly – it sent my life reeling. It’s resulted where I am right now, tucked snugly in Connecticut and figuring out what’s next.

There’s a pair of lovers in my apartment in Manhattan. They’re staying there while I decide where I’ll end up next. The farm didn’t really go as planned. I got some writing done, I learned about myself.

I was whinging about offices a few weeks ago. Truth be told, offices actually don’t bother me that much. As a Writer, I’m used to being in front of a glowing screen. It’s not my favorite thing in the world – no one’s life is perfect.

IMG_8702What I can’t deal with, is inefficiency. Somehow, in all of these years of running around and writing for people, I’ve morphed into a legitimate Professional.

Scary…

I’m lucky to get paid to do what I love. When my last job concluded, I was super heated. I liked that job. I like being an enigma. I can sit and write poetry all day, or short stories about whatever’s on my mind. I’ve got a juicy novel in the mix. But on the other hand, I’ve somehow developed a knack at interpreting extremely complicated financial statements and turning them into words that people can actually understand.

Earth doesn’t really like originality. Earth likes stereotypes, categorizing humans into small boxes. I’m pretty sure I kicked the walls to my box down a long time ago. I’ve gotten my ass whooped along with the rest of us, and I’ve always prided myself on getting back up.

It’s a little frightening to process that something could happen to me that was so awful, worse than my divorce even, that I nearly didn’t want to get back up.

Nearly.

Love to each of you checking in. I see you here in our small corner of web-ville. And whether you realize it or not, it’s what’s finally brushed off my knees. I don’t want to bitch anymore.

adjust to surround

As a Writer, I believe there’s a lot of influence in one’s surroundings. When I look over my work through the years, from New York, then Australia, back in New York and now upstate in the country – I can often feel the environments where each piece was born.

There’s merit to Residence programs when Artists dip to beautiful places to shed their ordinary space somewhere exceptional and see what comes.

It’s been nearly four weeks since I left Manhattan. And while I miss and long for her the way I always do in our periods apart – she’s always there for me, and she always delivers when I need her the most. Also, there’s a safety I feel in her being two hours south, opposed to two days of travel like when I was in Australia.

Right now, after being through a fair amount in the past three years: two divorces, corporate mayhem, countless sleepless nights and the other ups and downs that life delivers… it’s divine being placed in the middle of nowhere, with some animal friends and a peace and quiet that just doesn’t come when you live in midtown.

I’ve been working on a few different things, but mainly, I’m just trying to relax. Working as an Executive, I’ve basically been on a 24-hour clock for the past few years. At the moment, I’m not on anyone’s clock. For the most part, I don’t even know what day it is. I wake up before the sun comes up and structure my time around writing and loving the furry creatures outside as we all withstand the coldest months of a New England winter.

I guess you could say I’m hibernating. And as the words unravel and I approach the end of Novel, I’m embracing this magical opportunity I’ve stumbled into.

And naturally, dreaming of spring.

how many days. looks like.

Namaste blog tribe

So a few days ago I was all “I need to blah-g every day” and then I got into writing IMG_7749poetry a bit and THEN I started hitting novel keys and suddenly two days went by and I was like, “Fuck. Remind me how I was in an office for 12 years, again?”

The fact that I worked Wall Street corporate aside, offices, in general, to me – are no bueno. The whole hunched over glowing screen in between moving from table to desk. This chair to that one…

It’s just not good for you.

I also don’t think it’s good working on someone else’s clock. On my own schedule, I wake up around 4/4.30am and go to sleep at 9. Considering I get to work from home now, it’s even better since those earliest hours are my most productive.

Don’t get me wrong, I have worked in some of the most beautiful offices in Manhattan and Melbourne. That doesn’t mean I want to be there eight hours a day.

IMG_7729I got a text message from one of my best mate’s earlier that said: So, I thought you were on holidays. Apparently, you moved and didn’t tell anyone.

I suppose in a way I did. I have to re-tally my moving statistics. It’s wonderful to be able to focus exclusively on my creative work, in between patting the llama and cuddling with goats.

The book is going sharp and bite-y. Just how I prefer it. Goddess willing this one will be done by the end of this New England winter.

I haven’t even mentioned how freezing it is…

ps. apologies for photo sharing delays lately. i’ve developed a love/hate relationship with patchy service.

back to the farm

I came back to the farm today. Considering I’ve been here less than a month, arriving was as surreal as the first day that I discovered this paradise pocket. Continue reading


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