adventures of mascarah.

I've just begun a new decade. Sigh.

I have always wanted to be "a writer" but I'm lost somewhere in the prologue...whittling away at a story I may never tell.

Likes: pop culture. my chihuahua. architecture. modern art. elizabeth street. contemporary designer apparel. food. travel. foreign films. speakeasys. live music. politics. hot sauce. surprises. running in the rain. strangers. wednesdays. fearlessness...and 100s of other random things... maybe even you.

A southerner by birth, northerner by the grace of God, I'm simply a nyc gal who is lost somewhere on my constant exploration of the city and the life,love, and pursuit found within it.

If you are so inclined... sap {at} lifelovepursuit.com

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For a time I thought I could be one of the best at something. Obviously, I was young and hadn’t read as much as I have now. I truly though one day I was going to win a Pulitzer Prize for some moving novel that would change the lives of everyone who read my words, a real pager-turner that would spend months, maybe even years, on the New York Times Bestseller list. But somewhere along the way I stopped writing as much as I once had. It’s not that the ideas weren’t (aren’t) there, but rather that they are scattered and unorganized. So much so that even journaling my ideas doesn’t help. The ideas come quickly and disappear even faster. I have tried using various different web applications to stay organized, and I’ve often thought about investing in a voice recorder so I can store things as they come to mind, but I fear, as with most things I try to commit to, I would drop off after a few weeks. My track record with dieting, exercising, attempts to swear less and shopping moratoriums back up this theory.

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