My trip back to Australia is rapidly approaching. Shout out to all of my mates down under checking in to see what I've been up to. Many of my favorite people are currently getting into summer and I am looking very forward to catching up with everyone for a play in the not-distant-at-all future. The time I've spent in the States has and continues to deliver. The script will be finished soon, I've got notebooks filled with new ideas, and all sorts...
New York City looks like entertainment and sounds like subway trains rattling along at 70 miles per hour. It tastes like sweet potato soju cocktails and smells like the best food you've ever tasted. It feels like I'm ready to get back to writing. CJ has been singing Lady GaGa to me for the past three days and demands I say that's what New York City is... Lady GaGa... I'd prefer to say something more like 'New York City is Madonna in the 80's...'...
New York City smells like freshly cut pine from Christmas trees lining the sidewalks and tastes like candy cane lattes. It sounds like steel drum music and feels smooth like the ice at Rockefeller Center where people of every race, creed, and age drift across a milky white rectangle beneath an overlooking golden angel. It looks like wool coats, knit hats, and people holding hands. It's magical. After asking a Mexican dude wearing a Shrek costume...
I have a confession to make. Although I was raised in the vicinity of my beloved New York City... I was not born on the East Coast.My entire gaggle of family members... all six of them... are from New Jersey. And I, the artistic black sheep that can't seem to fit in with any sort of 'normal' existence that doesn't involve my precious medium of words... was born in McHenry Illinois. A place that my sisters so affectionately refer to as...
I returned this afternoon after a four day gallivant. Tonight I shall wrap myself in blankets, continue reading my books, drink hot chocolate, and sort my writing plan for the week ahead. Spending time with people I love is an invaluable element to my work. Nothing can replace the recharge I feel when I turn to the people I'm closest with to tell me to relax. Which is what I've been doing over the past set of days. Something else I did during...