I’m celebrating my one-year anniversary of living in New York this week. When I arrived I had this idea that I wanted to write, so it’s fitting that I woke up with a panic attack on Tuesday, with three deadlines hanging over my head. In typical writer form, I spent the afternoon at Brooklyn Botanic Garden. If anyone had asked I would have certainly told them I took my notes with me, so I could work. And that’s actually true. I don’t usually leave the house without a few projects or a couple of books. As though I might suddenly duck inside somewhere on a beautiful day and find myself tragically idle? Whatever.
So story one of three went online this morning, my first contribution to a blog called The Bushwick Dream. If you’re not familiar with Brooklyn, Bushwick is one of its most creative neighborhoods. I like where I live, and I loved having an opportunity to talk with a well-known (and prolific) UK street artist about his art and my neighborhood, which, it turns out, is not so different from where he lives in East London (Hackney Wick, Bushwick–sisters?!)
Story two is for Curbs & Stoops, I’m writing that one next, er, now, um, as soon as I publish this blog. In fact, hopefully it’s going to be finished so soon that there’s no sense in talking about it. And the third story has been the hardest, it’s a short-ish essay for my super-brand-new, we-just-got-our-name writing group, 1441. Stay tuned for more out of us, including our 1441 Review launch party & reading. (That will of course happen sometime after I finish writing my essay.)
When I finish writing those three stories, I hope I’ll be able to focus on the backlog of ideas I want to work on. And some other non-writing projects, like Bushwick Open Studios, for instance. Well, BOS kind of includes writing, but kind of doesn’t. Stay tuned. I missed living with seasons more than I remembered: Spring really does explode with new birth around here, and I’m glad to be a part of it this year. Happy First NY Birthday to me, and thank you for your support.