As I settle into sporadic blogging and away from daily posts, I've been embracing my hushing head. The way I put it to a mate of mine tonight, "FollowMeToNYC started so I could blog every day until I swung life as a Writer in Manhattan, I've done that, I don't have much more to say." "You can't stop yet," was the reply I received. "Not until the book finishes." The book continues to finish. I tried to "blog" last week, but it was a tornado of...
Certain aspects of my writing process are predictable. I tend to teeter between manic binges of writing and reading. A writing professor of mine once said, "If you want to improve your writing, read more." I don't necessarily agree with this. In fact, I think a lot of authors sound too much like what they like to read. I digress. Naturally as a Writer, I sweat words on a page. So every few months, once I've spilt enough syllables to keep me...
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This morning I started to get down on myself about the blog gaps of the past months-ish. But then a huge smile crossed my lips. In between being sad about Henry and other things, I've really been banging book. Then I started feeling all nostalgic looking at just how dope my set-up is and what I seriously accomplished since shooting off to get here. It took about three years... I blogged nearly every day of that... and I'm plopped dead center...
I wake up at 5am, naturally, every day. I blame Australia. When I lived in Queensland, the sun would rise around 4.30. I've always been an early riser... but anything before 5am is pretty unacceptable when it comes to crawling out of bed. Crawling into bed at 4.30am, on the other hand, is totally acceptable. I love waking up to activity. I love being in a 24-hour world. During my brief Queens stint, the only people I passed during my strolls in...