I can’t believe my first week is nearly down! I expected the first week to be full on, it didn’t disappoint! At least inside leaf peeping, family-playing-with, cider drinking, friend visiting, and culture catching up… I still got some writing done! Continue reading
Part of my logic behind bouncing out of Australia is because, as a fussy, temperamental, writer I’m overly sensitive to environment. At the moment I’m locked away in the middle of the forest awaiting some voyages into town to swim in the opportunities I believe only New York City has to offer.
My cousin, like myself, has his own artistic talent he’s trying to make happen in attempt to avoid the spiritual decay of having to carry out a ‘career’ that offers virtually no recognition of what you’re actually skilled at – he’s a director. So 1 upcoming director + 1 upcoming writer = script requirement. Continue reading
I consider every human being my family… as hippy-esque as this might sound. At 31 years old, you can’t change who you are. Continue reading
In order for me to earn my keep Mom said I had to pick up sticks… so yesterday was a day of stick picking, trying to un-jetlag myself, and chipmunk stalking. Continue reading
Autumn is rocking my world. When I left Brisbane the Jacarandas were just starting to bloom. So far they’re my favorite tree in Australia, something about purple flower leaves is lusciously electric. However… since I am a bias New Englander / autumn baby / Halloween worshiper … they don’t hold a candle to anything like this – Continue reading