It is Friday night. My boyfriend went out with friends to watch the Nets vs Knicks game at Barclay’s. I’m kind of jealous but not really. I have never really cared for sports and I’m not the type of person to take on an interest that I’m not really interested in just to impress someone.

However…I do know who Richard Sherman is (hopefully he’s reading right now? LOL).

I made some writing goals earlier this week, and I have failed myself. *cue sad music*. My goal is to finish the sequel to my novella by the end of the month, and to write approximately 1,500 words a day for at least five or six days a week. So far, I’ve written 1,500 total this week! Le sigh. I will do better. I’m thinking about writing tonight and doing a little tomorrow.

Like, I feel like I’m channeling November. Just because. Like, she is something she would do. Writing on a late Friday night instead of partying hard with friends. Because what friends? Parties? Gross!

So let me get on that right now.


Awkward Moments

A few years ago (I’m thinking 2012), I was asked about using one of my blog posts as an article for a new website. It was created by a young woman who had just moved to New York, to pursue artistic endeavors (lol don’t we all?). The blog she specifically wanted was something I had written after I’d gotten kicked out and what “homeless” (I still have to put homeless in quotes, because I was never out on the streets, and some feel “homeless” means you’re either on the streets or in a shelter. It still sucks either way). Here’s what I had written:

I’ve made some mistakes along the way. Not just through this crazy city but just life. They say that living in the city makes you hard, and callous, because it’s required. Otherwise you’ll get sucked into every little thing that happens. So you walk around the person who’s hurt. You ignore the homeless person who’s begging for money. And so on and so forth. I didn’t move here misty-eyed and donning red-glasses, but my last shred of idealism – with a dash of naiveté – is all but gone, lost. It’s my fault, but still. Instead of sitting down, thinking things through, weighing the pros and cons, I just do things on a whim. Things that can possibly be dangerous. So for now, I’ll exercise cynicism to the fullest extent of the law. Assume everyone is trying to take something from me. I’d rather have a huge wall of armor around me and take it off bit by bit than be open and vulnerable and believe the best in people and get taken advantage of. That’s not right.

There were quite a few entries from other New Yorkers, both native and transplants. I wanted to reach out to some of these writers and maybe have some coffee or tea and bounce around ideas. Every now and then, I would look to see about any recent breakthroughs. The last post was from late 2012.

So yesterday, I decided to look at the site again. And now, it’s a porn site.


It’s actually hilarious. The website was Fill Me Up NYC, and it kind of makes sense that it would be bought out by porn. So I reached out to the woman who had started the site, and she told me that my email made her day (yeay!).

Anyway….I want this. So get it for me. Plz.