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gretchen is a writer floating between australia and manhattan

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salt water. poetry processing.

My unplugged-ness lusciously carries on. I’ve been considering my options to get a typewriter. While I always prefer writing by hand, I’ve been having daydreams about old school clacks and inky ribbons.

My husband is in Spain. While I’m waiting for him to return, I’ve been in the water. Mainly salt water. I’ve also been in the pool a few hours a day. My favorite times are at night, floating on a raft beneath a waxing moon.

My thoughts are poetry, that’s how I assess my health. When I’m at my best, I literally think in poems. Avoiding the internet and glowing screens naturally nourishes this process.

I’d like to produce a new poetry book. After purging three publications in three years, I’ve kept my work between leather bound covers spilt in blue gel ink.

I’ll probably get around to this once we’re on the island…

Saying I feel relaxed or centered are both ultimate understatements. I am beyond words. I am finally back to floating.

After realizing my first husband was evil, I had the most amazing period of proving how I never needed him in the first place. As a hopeless romantic, I adore needing my current husband now and completely forever.

… the real one.

As he so eloquently stated to me earlier today:

No puedo estar sin ti…

… and I curled my toes and thought in poetry.

lucid. unplugged. disconnect.

“Yo puedo hacerte feliz…”

I met my husband 29 June 2017. Halfway through our first date, breakfast at a French cafe’ on east 44th street in midtown Manhattan, he leaned across the table while I blushed crossing and uncrossing my legs (both of us dressed to the New York City nines, suits and frocks at 7am) and he stated, quite plainly in a husky, cigar-smoking Spanish accent that I drank like a green smoothie…

“I can make you happy.”

“… yo puedo hacerte feliz.”

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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. Then I usually float on my back in the pool and the stare at the stars for awhile.

My six months back in Australia have been divine. The past few years have been mind blowing, and as I roll into 2019 to celebrate ten years of this blahg… that’s a whole lot of life that went down.

I’m a firm believer that creatures don’t really change. Experiences differ, so I guess we roll through them as we may, but when it comes to your center to you being YOU – your own unique piece of Us, if you will…. I don’t reckon much changes.

When I started this page I needed a voice after being neglected by an emotionally abusive partner for a couple of years too many. I built a comfy corner and complimented it with social connections and endeavors to grow an audience and interact.

Truth is, I’m not really that type of creature. One of my traits as a born Writer is despising glowing boxes (television, phones, digital everything) and embracing solitude. Finding my own path to wander where I can listen to my inner voice, how I connect with the life I live, and making language paintings remains my one true passion.

I originally came to Australia in 2002 because it’s about as far from New York City as you can get, an entirely different planet to where I’m from. I returned this year for the same reason.

I’m awaiting my husband’s orders which are going to result in me being swooped up and lifted to Western Australia in a literal blink. Yet another new land where I have never lived but always dreamed.

That’s when the next chapter officially starts.

when you’re madly in love

“I’m not thinkin bout tomorrow… cause I feel so good right where I am. And if you love to follow…” Allen Stone.

Allen Stone recently married his sexy Australian wife and I couldn’t be more overjoyed to be aware of such a divine union.

Love is completely underrated, even in this clever age we’re experiencing.

I love my husband so much. Being married three times at 39 was legitimately some mother fucking shit and I feel my book effortlessly reflects that.

Honesty matters. The best Writers are honest. It’s too easy to see through otherwise. 

In addition to being married so many times, I also break records for getting married fast. So while I’ve now been married around 16 months… I’ve known my husband for about 17.5.

I smiled typing that…

It takes nut to marry someone after six weeks. It takes what you couldn’t understand to stay together. I married one husband at ten weeks, one at eight… and my favorite at six.

Once I get to Western Australia and slow down, I won’t even know myself. My husband, who is military – which I haven’t mentioned before – is preparing everything to take care of me. I have a shitload of books to finish once I’m on the coast of the Indian Ocean.

“Some things are hard to swallow, life can leave a bitter taste. It’s nothing that your sweetness, baby, can’t replace.”

go west

Namaste, my heart

I’m moving west soon…


In 2003, back before all of this inter-web hype, I visited what’s referred to as “the most isolated city on the planet“. I immediately knew I couldn’t settle anywhere else. I reluctantly left and returned to Australia’s eastern seaboard for education and work opportunities which resulted in me doing my SHIT in midtown Manhattan.

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