the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

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perhaps i’m a poet

DSCN1858In between tangents, playtime, and the occasional nervous breakdown… I’m trying to figure out what my deal is as a Writer. I’m busting out the novel but as I’m editing it at the moment… I’m asking myself if it’s where my energy should be going, ‘book writing’.

I’m enjoying it, however as my broken record chant declares… I enjoy every kind of creative writing (and the occasional technical stint here and there).

Truthfully, poetry has to be the one style I play with that I never really expected I’d try to publish. I think this is because I’m still adjusting/opening up to whole rejection thing, lol. Which is why, for the longest time I wouldn’t submit to publishers. When you love something, like I love words… throwing it out there to be knocked back and ridiculed isn’t exactly appealing.100_1080 Somehow (to me) writing and sending out books seems more like business, I think that’s how I can walk off the rejection.

Poetry is different.

I write poetry to cope. For example, when Penguin books told me they didn’t want the Aussie children’s book I sent them – I wrote a poem to deal with it. Or yesterday when I was feeling homesick for Australia and walking a tightrope of losing my shit again … my pen naturally spilt ink in the poetic form as a sort of a protection mechanism.

I guess since I’m basically a born poet, engaging on a mission to prove this via publishing seems odd.

But then again… so do most things on this planet…

anniversary

Yesterday was the one month anniversary of bouncing out of my well-paying yet ineffably inappropriate place of employment… here are some shots from the day to briefly re-cap… Continue reading

lots of people want to be writers

This morning as I settled into the hunched-over-laptop pose that I form seven or eight hours a day, Mom says ‘Gretchen, lots of people want to be writers. Too many people, that’s why only some people actually get to do it.’ Continue reading

brain freeze, busted knee, and SNOW!

100_0965I can’t believe is was snowing yesterday! I felt it coming the day before when I decided to go for a jog. This was a bad idea for a few reasons, like Gretchen + anything requiring coordination = serious risk.

I ran halfway around the block and it was so cold I seriously got brain freeze worse than the time my mate and I decided to skull vodka/sour apple slurpees.

A few hours after my weak running attempt I was whinging on the phone to my sister about how my knee hurt, who compassionately replied, ‘Did you fucken stretch?’ Continue reading

GO!!

So I’m fairly certain this is the part when I get nervous… remaining quietly confident, of course. Today I booked my sublet in Manhattan and my airfare to the states. As can be imagined, the hit on my pocket has already resulted in a few double shots of bourbon resulting in a string of “I can do this… Of course I can do this-es” warbled to the puppies who aren’t entirely impressed about me going to begin with. Continue reading

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