Posts Tagged: ‘writerslife’

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.

inside independence

September 18, 2020 Posted by the writer

So here’s the thing, completely having my days to mySelf with no requirement of meeting anyone else’s requests or expectations is essentially the best thing to go down in the past 42 years that I’ve been strolling around.

I spend a lot of time at the beach. I take the puppies on two massive walks every day that probably accomodate about 25% of my waking hours. As of late I’m learning and practicing art therapy. I just finished my yoga practice.

After twenty years in and out of the work game, I’m extremely gracious for the time I have right now. I understand how important it is to make every day count. Because while being a big shot Manhattan executive was pretty fun and certainly educational, I don’t really want to work for anyone else anymore.

That said, I’m not wasting any time on ‘what if…’ at the moment. I’m living in the present and appreciating every day. Being able to do whatever I want every day suits me, and my plan is to put my energy toward maintaining this lifestyle.

I know what you’re thinking, anyone with that opportunity would say the same thing. And I completely agree. The difference is seizing it. Part of why my first marriage fell apart was because my husband never believed I would get to where I am right now. No matter how many times I swore to him I’d figure it out somehow.

And here I am.

My focus now is to design a methodology where people can tap into their own psyche to achieve what I’ve achieved. I feel like my last twenty years out in the big bad world have been pretty incredible. I used to put everything down to intuition, to really knowing who you are and what you want.

But I’ve realised that’s a sort of selfish way to explain how to figure out to navigate your greatest destiny and make every day amazing. Sure we all have shit days, I don’t think we really have to though. Regardless of how many I boo hoo through myself.

I was speaking with one of my favourite New York City poets yesterday about how as Artists we embrace all of our emotions, perhaps we even over dramatise them. And we have no desire to stop doing that, because then we wouldn’t be who we are.

My plan is to help other people peel away layers using Art to realign themselves and redirect their focus to really achieve their dreams. Break yourSelf down.

I reckon I’m onto something…

Oh, and PS. My best friend is starting to feel better…

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