Posts Tagged: ‘writerslife’

sun-delay-gday

December 6, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg tribe

Here is the first Sundaze post… it’s still Sunday in Manhattan so I feel like that counts… G’day SunDelay x o x

December’s kicked off, which is concluding my twelve months to mySelf.

In 2021 I’ll more proactively participate in life… but these past 12 months have been nothing less than sacred.

The way that I drastically, and somewhat regularly, restructure my life is one of my favourite inspiration buckets. I’ve met one other person who adapts the way that I do… I’m not saying there aren’t heaps of others, I’ve just happen to personally get tied up with one.

He’s a lot of fun…

I’ve been on the beach waiting for the sun to come up every morning.

To go from living in midtown Manhattan for close to a decade, back to an essentially empty island, is like anything else in life…

50/50

I’m equally appreciative of each half.

I think that’s actually a big part of who I am as an Artist.

A lot of this year has been about me figuring out how to support myself. I’ve been supporting myself with business writing for a long time now. I’ve learned things I never expected to see and have been able to take care of myself in ways I would have never imagined.

And regardless that I have two finished books, a few screenplays, some novels, and more inked poetry than I could probably find… I can’t use creative work as a get paid tactic.

I’m not really sure why. But I think a non-profit getting people to write might be something. The podcast also is taking shape, but I hate advertising so much I don’t expect it to turn lucratively like that.

Anyways… blah blah blah.

…see you Sundaze.

crypto. sunday. got to.

December 2, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste visitors…

Every Sunday I’m going to pop in here. I’m sorry for talking shit about when I’ll be around.

My life has been here for over 10 years and I’m transient… to put it simple.

Simple isn’t something I really speak…

I wish I could boil and package all the things I haven’t said in a blahg and catch everyone up.

… but I also love being an absolute secret. It’s taken about five years to establish myself as that.

I reckon I’ve done alright…

After so much drama. More growth than words can say, I’m popping.

The only thing I wanted to do with this webpage was be honest. So I shut my mouth when I got to the point of not wanting to say anything.

It’s why I don’t really maintain any active socials.

It’s why I live on a big bad rock in the south pacific with a few other million heads.

Opposed to over 330 million USA kids.

… are you still “following”?

Lately I’m thinking about the puppies mainly… I’d like to find a co-host for my podcast.

I drank beer with a stranger before and danced in my back yard earlier.

I started beefing out a wallet because I finally took the time to start playing with cryptocurrency. Shame on me for taking so long…

I wrote blue gel ink poems and cried because Fronkles needed unexpected ear surgery which thankfully turned out alright.

I’m going to promise Sundays to these parts. I held myself in an anal regard of every day posts for years and, frankly, I struggled adjusting outside of that.

So let’s agree to Sunday.

Slowly but Sunday, I can bring us all back to my life. I’m starting to peek my head out of a hole to say Hi again.

… the story is nothing like you ever thought.

Love. Love.

… love.

i’m out here glitchin

November 8, 2020 Posted by the writer

… but my screen won’t load

“LIVIN WHILE THE SUNSET”

Nick Snider is not an asshole

October 23, 2020 Posted by the writer

Nick Snider really wants to be an asshole.

I understand for me to even mention that name makes no sense, and I couldn’t agree more. I have no idea who that is.

(more…)

play by play

September 27, 2020 Posted by the writer

Ok. Here I am.

It’s the new new blahg. No pressure no diamonds.

I spoke with someone I love so much today. Back in Manhattan. He’s the best poet I’ve touched.

I was explaining how I hate the Internet and how social media took away the last scrants of humanity. Not that I really identify with humans.

As a proud Lyrian, I don’t really know WTF is going on…

Anyways. He listened and loved me. Those two things are rare in my life. Everyone is so fucking self centred it makes me sick. In between my smiling and nodding, I’m usually throwing up in my mouth.

I blocked the last few numbers left in my phone earlier. I changed my number about a year back. I don’t cloud shit. If your number is written in one of my notebooks, I might have it.

I’m still pissed off that TikTok banned my account for hitting my pipe in a Biggie video.

Cunts.

I’ve mentioned it before around here, when I was a little girl studying my undergrad, I did radio. I definitely didn’t major in writing, no one can teach me who I am.

Fuck that.

I don’t trend or chase likes, but I love singing songs with strangers. Like this one from today:

@cellogretchen

#duet with @ngarrindjeri87 ?????? #sunday #funday #justwokeup

? original sound – Kenneth Johnson

Play by play.

J is home, by the way. Thank fucking God.

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