mansion life. sun up. sun down.

Living in a mansion for the past six months has been a new solar system after tucking myself into stacks of midtown Manhattan apartments for eights years. I have a reading room, a writing room and an outdoor sanctuary for swimming, sun bathing and word spinning. It's a far cry from my beloved farm house where I was dwelling back in 2009 when FollowMeToNYC took shape. Lately I've been reflecting a lot. When the sun goes up until when it drops....

merriest merry

Merry Christmas blog tribe. I hope everyone ate too much and was showered in gifts. My nemesis over the past few days has been goat cheese stuffed cherry tomatoes and more champagne than I could accurately recall. Coming from Spain, my husband made the biggest seafood paella I have ever seen and we guzzled sangria like it's my job. Speaking of jobs... I can't say how wonderful not working has been. The last time I had all of my time to myself...

my social society

Social media is some ill shit. It makes people money while simultaneously destroying lives. Something I struggle with as a Writer is that as a creature - I don't want anyone following, watching or absorbing anything outside of "their" our field. Man. Ever since my youtube sensation best friend killed himself, I've paid more attention to how people follow each other in particular realms. I've seen asshole Writers, who are literal assholes in real...
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