the world and words of a writer

gretchen is a writer floating between australia and manhattan

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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.

merriest merry

Merry Christmas blog tribe. I hope everyone ate too much and was showered in gifts. My nemesis over the past few days has been goat cheese stuffed cherry tomatoes and more champagne than I could accurately recall.

Coming from Spain, my husband made the biggest seafood paella I have ever seen and we guzzled sangria like it’s my job.

Speaking of jobs… I can’t say how wonderful not working has been. The last time I had all of my time to myself was 2009/2010 when I first fired up this blahg and was finding my way back to Manhattan. I published three poetry books back then, wrote and shot a short film, scribbled out a couple of other scripts, and even played YouTube a bit which I’ve since destroyed.

Though I’m contemplating firing up a new one…

I spend my days walking my dogs, loving my man, editing / writing / pondering, swimming in the sea, laying in the sun, cooking European feasts, hiding out, meditating and literally being blissful.

When I first started whispering to my tiny inner circle about my man moving us over to a military base on the Indian Ocean where I can sit on my front porch, stare at the waves and spill stories… I received back a few, “Gee, not working? Aren’t you going to be bored?”

To this I responded something like, “HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA….” (pause, gasp, wipe eye tears) “HAAAAAAAAAAA!” Prior to concluding with, “Ummm, no. Nope. I won’t be bored.”

Independently supporting myself as a Writer in some of the most expensive neighborhoods on earth while I was in Manhattan for eight years was tremendously satisfying. Anyone who came to visit me can tell you how I was living.

And let me tell you… I was liv-in.

Now, I just want to chill. Having turned 40 in September, walking into the second half of my life — I am more than happy to have someone take care of me. I spent 20 years paying bills, covering rent, grinding grinding grinding. Having only now stopped, about a month ago, there’s no words for how relaxed I feel.

It’s the first time in my life since I was a kid living with my parents that anyone is going to take care of me.

We’re hanging out waiting for the official order. Once it comes, the puppies, myself and my man will be picked up and plopped on the west coast quicker than you can say, “Yes, please.” Or as my husband would say, “Porfavor…

Wrapping up this year is more symbolic to me thank I can express. Perhaps I can have a go when I start publishing my next set of poetry books.

… considering my time is mine now. The new life I sought when I left Manhattan starts now. I couldn’t be more pleased.

my social society

Social media is some ill shit. It makes people money while simultaneously destroying lives.

Something I struggle with as a Writer is that as a creature – I don’t want anyone following, watching or absorbing anything outside of “their” our field.

Man.

Ever since my youtube sensation best friend killed himself, I’ve paid more attention to how people follow each other in particular realms.

I’ve seen asshole Writers, who are literal assholes in real life, get crazy global book deals that feed off of likes and shares.

Fuck that.

I innocently walked into this webpage about ten years ago in the middle of major heartbreak looking for someone to talk to.

I never needed anyone to watch.

Part of why I’ve shut up the past couple of years is because I don’t envy anyone who gets money off of being paid attention to. I understand this is a contradiction, and trust me; I’m a prideful contradiction at best.

I just have a weird things I get pleased from. Private love. Dogs. Ink on a page.

Music.

These are things that make me sway. I hate followers. Don’t share this page, do me a favour.

It makes me happy I can make money and get by in the most ordinary way. Otherwise, I’d just be another asshole in the spotlight. Where would you rather be?

Variety is the spice of life.

#writerslife

Because it’s me… also Australia

After switching all of my plans and extensive $12,000 puppy relocation efforts… I made an executive decision.

Australia or bust kids…

While living close to Europe for so long, whisking in and out in a seven hour blink, has been divine… I’m not yet prepared to retire on the southern coast.

I’ve been excited to go home for too long. Therefore, the furry creatures and I will leave New York City for a drive across country in two weeks.

I will endeavor to have my blah-g fixed up in time. Once I get back to Oz, I’ll have heaps of time to bring things back up to scratch.

Being in Manhattan over six years, I’ve barely had time to sleep…

Damn. Time flies when you live in midtown. Real talk.

I can’t wait to start my new phase of life with husband number three somewhere in the tropics. I found a job that looks like it will stretch my brain right in a neighborhood I’d like to reside. I’m going to write them a letter and see what happens.

I feel like I’m running as fast as I ever have, while being as still as I’ve ever been.

Strange things always happen when it’s time for me to bounce across continents…

I haven’t really been around to talk about my life in a minute. Here’s to what lies next…

but it’s ok…

Three husbands at 39 is a lot…

Everything I haven’t said in Interfuckville is inked.

Love and light, good luck… more soon

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