Yesterday on my way to eat Spanish food on restaurant row, I was pleasantly ambushed by a group of dancing boys
flashing their abs in a variety of fleshy contortions.
B boys!
I must direct your attention to the accompanying photos blog family. Note the lack of cardboard. Homeboys were straight snaking on cement. It was a remarkable beginning to my Friday-eve celebrations.
On that note, HAPPY FRIDAY Y’ALL!
My weekend is booked with book. See the picture of that big pile of pages? THAT is a manuscript love tribe. Once novel is finished my heels will click so loudly I reckon all of my mates in Australia will hear it. Then I’m going to dance around my apartment with the puppies, and possibly hyperventilate.
Then it’s time to start writing letters.
Dear Publisher
I like to write. Ok I love it. And I do it a lot. Some times, people give me money for it. Let me know if you like my book. In closing, 
thank you.
Yours truly, Gretchen
Writing a novel is hard. Although, I feel like I’m personally putting a lot of pressure on myself to produce something that will always proudly be “my first”. Poetry: Volume One will always be my favorite collection, simply because there’s something uniquely raw to it that can’t be captured in work to follow.
Never the less. I feel better this week. After re-setting my phone, life honestly feels simpler. Had I realized, I would have deleted all of my contacts ages ago.
Here’s some Soul II Soul for your day. Love.