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’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.
“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.”
Next week I’m off to Spain, a week after that I’m driving across the country with one of my favorite boys and the puppies, from Los Angeles – it’s back to Australia.
Goodness me… goodness me…
Excitement isn’t quite the word to grip all of the happenings around me, fulfillment is better.
Not only have I been rocking the shit out of New York City for six and a half years, I’m finding my way home in the exact timeframe I said I would. I have written so many stories and been paid in such a diverse mix of Writer gigs; the idea of tucking myself back into a little house somewhere in Brisbane to relax with the love of my life under a couple of mango trees could not be more enticing.
It’s been interesting observing American culture. Sure I grew up around here, but everything changes – I guess that’s part of the beauty of life. I’m excited to experience the changes that have happened back home since I’ve been gone.
One change I’m kind of ambivalent and confused about is the enormous social media blow up. I remember when I first came across blah-gs all those years ago and figured I should have one as a Writer. Plus it was a good distraction to update this every day while I lived out the ass end of my first marriage and put every strand of my DNA into getting to Manhattan.
This online exposure has evolved into a youtube culture of how many followers does she have and how many hits did this get. I’m happy for the crowd getting money in this scope, but I don’t like being a forced receiver of having it shoved down my throat. And I can confidently say, in this country, it’s shoved down your throat.
Since I was a little girl I imagined piling up my writing books plump with inky secrets that I only share with who I love the most. I’ve stayed true to this, even with some of my words showing up here or there.
Australia is one of the most far-away, silent stories I’ve lived. I can’t wait to get back.
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