Music For The Week Ahead

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  • Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood by Lana del Rey
  • Cherry Blossom by Paolo Nutini
  • It had To Be You by Betty Hutton
  • Do It To Be by Lionel Richie
  • Club Foot by Kasabian
  • Stand by The Cast Of Smash
  • Dirty Man by Joss Stone
  • Soul Kitchen by The Doors
  • We Are Man & Wife by Michelle Featherstone
  • Something I Need by One Republic
  • Learn Me Right by Birdy
  • Lay,Lady,Lay by Bob Dylan
  • Sitting In The Window Of My Room by Allison Krauss
  • Happy Hour by Cheryl Cole
  • Don’t Be Cruel by Billy Swan

xxLayla

Embracing Your Title

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Hi Beautiful Souls,

Reading the beautiful Gwen’s post a few months back and she addressed Discussing Your Writing With Others and it got me to thinking – Telling people that you’re a writer/author/artist/actor/anything creative is tough. Not only do you thing that you stand there being judged because of it – in the stewie griffin style of

How you uh, how you comin’ on that novel you’re working on? Huh? Gotta big, uh, big stack of papers there? Gotta, gotta nice little story you’re working on there? Your big novel you’ve been working on for 3 years? Huh? Gotta, gotta compelling protagonist? Yeah? Gotta obstacle for him to overcome? Huh? Gotta story brewing there? Working on, working on that for quite some time? Huh? [voice getting higher pitched] Yea, talking about that 3 years ago. Been working on that the whole time? Nice little narrative? Beginning, middle, and end? Some friends become enemies, some enemies become friends? At the end your main character is richer from the experience? Yeah? Yeah? [voice returns to normal] No, no, you deserve some time off.’

Shut up Stewie – you still shit in your pants

We put so much of yourself on those pages, into those characters, into whatever you are working on. Its still that fear of not being accepted for it. It’s the fear to having to own it and maybe failing but it’s something you work up too. It’s something you can do with time.

There is a friend of mine KathK who I have known since my first year of high school. We were in the same group and been in each other’s lives for over a decade. Been to weddings, births, christenings and every other major life event together but what we hadn’t done was tell each other that we both wrote. A few years back with some help from another Katherine friend I decided to own my title as writer – screw what people thought- I went on this journey – WordPress, Facebook, twitter – everything I could get my hands on.

That was the catalyst and KathK confessed that she was a writer too.

The next time we actually saw each other (even though we live around the corner from each other) was a year or so later and the first question she asked me, as only a friend can, was:

Are there any sex scenes in your book?

We may both struggling through this writing world that we have entered into but above all – we are still those two young girls in a school playground – having wildly inappropriate chats – we’ll never change.

Once you embrace the creative part of yourself and be somewhat – if not entirely pride of it – things change, you get stronger. You maybe not tell everybody it met the plot-sub plot – character arch – I know I don’t. I make an effort not to be. I like it to be a surprise once its all said and done.

But its okay to admit that You are who you are. You love what you love. It’s a part of you. Embrace it and it will embrace you.

xxLayla

Weekend Wonders

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Hey Buttercup,

So this week I became the stereotypical white girl. I went to the farmers market, after yoga. My one redeeming factor was that I had a regular latte in my hand instead of a pumpkin spice latte. Then I listened to a lot of Jack Savoretti and actually did some writing work. I’ve always promised myself that I would learn a little French, just so I could sing the French parts of the song Autumn Leaves . A strange goal, yes but who cares. This is a strange world. You  know you can rent a private jet to Cuba for eleven thousand dollars. This maybe a strange world, we live in but we have to love it…

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xxLayla

Music For The Week Ahead

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  • I Just Call you Mine by Martina McBride
  • Carolina Rose by Gloriana
  • Boondocks by Little Big Town
  • Tough by Kellie Pickler
  • It Might Rain In September by Carole King
  • It Never Rains in Southern California by Arielle Paul
  • Old Money by Lana del Rey
  • Babe I’m Going To Leave You  by Led Zeppelin
  • Blowin’ In The Wind by Bob Dylan
  • He Made A Woman Out Of Me by Julie Roberts
  • Seen It All by Jake Bugg
  • All I Ask by Adele
  • Maybe by Kelly Clarkson
  • Something To Talk About by Jennifer Love Hewitt
  • Numpty by Paolo Nutini

xxLayla

My Wanderlust Soul Is A Bitch

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Hi My Loves,

So let me tell you about having a Wanderlust soul.

This is a word I’d never known about until a friend of mine introduced me to it. Wanderlust ~ a strong desire to travel.

You would think once you start, that urge to travel and see the world would shut the heck up. With the waiting in endless lines at the airport and freaking out that your bag will not be there. The fear yet excitement of a new place, you know nothing about. You would think little Wanderlust would shut the heck up, I’m telling you now, it doesn’t.

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Wanderlust becomes a pig-headed child with its arms crossed, stomping its foot. Bugging you, where the heck you’ll go next.

Its screaming California at me and loudly.

I’ve tried throwing chocolate at it from a distance – didn’t work

I’ve tried telling it that the bank account will not allow it – Wanderlust told me to shut up and stop being a baby

My wanderlust is a bitch

So I looked it up – I looked up Coachella and I looked at the cost. I planned it as if I am the new Kardashian Kimba and only the best will do. Including a few nights at the Chateau Marmont because if I am going to save money – I might as well do it right. Tents at Coachella with king sizes beds and showers.

Fifteen thousand dollars later – I have my sum and saving plan. Starting in the new year because bills and Christmas are also a bitch

It will take me a while but I will get there

The universe and that bitch wanderlust will know how stubborn I can be and it will shock them.

Apparently my soul isn’t just happy with England, Paris and Rome. Oh, no no. that is the tip of the iceberg and a trip back to two of those places is on the list too, god damn it.

Big sacrifices for long time gain

Coachella you will be mine

And next stop

Glastonbury

Music festival central here I come

xxLayla

Weekend Wonders

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Hi My Loves,

So this week I’ve been heartbroken. My team. My New England Patriots didn’t make it to the Superbowl, but the way I see it. They are still amazing and forever will be my team. The week got better from there though Australia Day which is like our version of July forth, time with friends and no working is always great for the soul. It has been a good week for friends, lunches and coffee dates. Being girls,  of course we exchanged stories about boys. The stories maybe have differed on certain details but one thing remained true. Boys are confusing and sometimes in one way or another – they can be a little too much.

So I am ready for a quiet rainy weekend with a new tv box set, a blanket and some coffee. Ok, lots of coffee

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xxLayla

Who Could Run The World, Girls

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Hi My Loves,

Let’s think about this for a second – women friendship are hard. Being women is difficult. Not only on a personal level but a communal level too

Think about

If that guy is interested in that other girl – she’s a bitch

If a boyfriend or husband cheats – it’s the female party who is the slut ( just a thought, maybe she didn’t know. Maybe he lied to the both of you)

She is living the life you want. She has the car you want. She is skinnier then you. She  has bigger boobs, longer legs, bigger bank account,  you think she’s a better mother, daughter, friend ( which she’s not, it only in your mind)

There is something wrong with  her, right?

And if there isn’t something wrong with her – other women make crap up to hate about her – just so they can hate on her

Why do we do this?

As women, we are constantly told that we need to compare ourselves to a girl in school, to our co-­workers, to the images in a magazine. How is the world going to advance if we’re always comparing ourselves to others? – Shailene Woodley

 

I went to an all-girls catholic  school – Trust me. When it comes to girl relationships – I got a crash course in reality

I had a friend (I use the term loosely) for three years of a four year friendship – she would gave me the silent treatment from the end of June to the beginning of August

My birthday is in July

The first year it happened I was heartbroken and confused. Tried to figure out what I had done to cause it and what I could do to fix it. She made things so awkward and uncomfortable that on the odd occasion I wouldn’t sit with my group at recess or lunch. Instead go to the drama room or walk around where I knew none of my friends would see me . When my other friends ask where I had been – I’d say I had drama rehearsal

Then August rolled around and she was my friend again – it was like nothing happened

The next year it happened I was still upset. Did the drama room thing a few times just for a break and just for some peace

The final year of our friendship – she pulled the same crap – only difference was after three years. I didn’t actually care if she was talking to me or not

She left our group of friends  shortly after that

You would think after we all graduated  all the high school antics would stop – but no

When I was twenty

I like a guy. Said guy liked me but a friend of mine also liked the same guy

She stopped talking to me for months

Then wondered why in September at a friend’s 21st that I only said hello to her and that was it.

Turns out – the said guy – complete tool and totally not worth the drama

Nothing is worth drama.

Have we ever  thought if we stopped attacking each other – we could in fact, run the world.

Our insecurities – which are the whole problem to begin with , are based on comparisons

We are who we are. You are who you are. Be proud of that.

We all have faults in our stars ( that’s right, I stole it). We all have our own demons and battles that we face. Maybe if we all supported each other – we would be better off. We would be stronger.

 

We have bigger houses and
smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees
but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more
problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our
possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and
hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life.

~ George Carlin

No matter how we look, no matter how we seem to the outside world – We are all the same.

So how about next time your first instinct is tear a person down – stop – and you hug that person instead.You just might heal the both of you in the process

No harm came from a genuine hug

xxLayla

Weekend Wonders

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Hi My Loves,

This week we have survived a heat wave now going through a monsoon. Gotta love the crazy weather.  Dreaming and scheming a trip to Big Sur. I found out that I am 16,239 kilometers away from Boston and then I got depressed. So it hasn’t a good week for the wanderlust but I’ll get there one day, I promise.

Can . Not . Wait

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xxLayla

Music For The Week Ahead

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  • The End by The Doors
  • Million Dollar Man by Lana del Rey
  • It’s The Not Knowing  by Paloma Faith
  • Gasoline by Halsey
  • Pieces by Red
  • Freak by Lana del Rey
  • Sail by AWOLNATION
  • Forbidden Fruit by J Cole
  • Suddenly I See by KT Turnsell
  • Crash Into You by Dave Matthews Band
  • Things Are Changing by Gary Clark Jr
  • Fuck You by Lily Allen
  • I Still Can’t Stop by  Flux Pavilion
  • Mr Bojangles by Robbie Williams
  • Evil Ways by Christian and the 2120’s
  • Always by Ben Taylor

xxLayla

Listen, Learn and Be Brave

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Hi My Loves,

Late last year I was reading Sara Bareilles book Sounds Like Me –  I have recently crawled from under the rock that I have been living under and discovered her music and it changed my life. Not in a wow, now I am a completely different person now, type way but in a – wow, her music goes straight down into my soul, type way. In a – can this chick read my thoughts, type way.

The whole book is amazing; you get a little insight into her life pre music and fame, life on the road, connecting with people and what is to come next. It feels as if she is sitting in the room across from you, just having a chat. It’s personal and wonderful.

There was a moment in the book that hit me over the head like an Acme Anvil. Sara preformed with Carole King and of course Sara was freaking out. Suddenly she felt a hand on her back and it was Carole

She said to Sara

Relax

Everyone Is Going To Love You

Just Get Out Of Your Own Way

We have all been there right? I know that is me all the time. We can have massive amounts of faith and belief in someone else. We have the kind words of encouragement. Knowing that one day everything they have ever wanted will be theirs for the taking but when it’s our own dreams and aspiration that courage to go out and get it, just isn’t there

Why is it so hard to just believe in ourselves.

Our Talents, Our Dreams

It’s so damn hard.

Especially as writers.

Writing is so personal. We put a little bit of ourselves in every character and word. It’s hours of our life in one tiny room, looking at a tiny screen. Struggling to get it right and when we do, we’re proud but months, years later when we re-read the work we were so proud…….we hate it. We pull it apart and start again. Promising ourselves that this time it will be prefect.

Can it ever be prefect?

Is good enough – enough?

That’s why we must always have writer friends. Artists friends because they understand it. They will nod their head and smile encouragingly.

The first time I did this – actually spoke about just how much I needed it to be right – it was to my friend Kym. Kym and I go back almost decades (yes, multiple of decades) We met in high school. We were cheeky in high school. We weren’t that good at Math and used to weave the ear phone of Kym’s Walkman up the sleeve of our teal school jumper/sweaters and listen to the Beatles.

Kym is now a teacher of the arts and I’m in a nine to five job were maths is pretty essential, go figure. See who needs algebra

Anyway it had been years since we had seen each other. We were catching up on life now – well, where we were at the time and I said

You know, I’m just want to get it as right as I possibility can.

Kym turned to me and adamantly nodded her head and said

No, you have too. It has to be right to you. You’ll get there

And I stood there and wanted to hug her and finally, someone understood.

Creative souls understand each other. If you don’t have any in your tribe, find some. Go out and make new friends We all need each other. To encourage each other like no one else can.

I’m lucky enough to have writers, artist and musician in my tribe. I probably have more faith in them then they do at times, especially when they get knocked down.

Let’s face the creative road is a difficult one. We’ll all get knocked down. Hearts ripped out of our chests. We take miss steps, we trip but at the end of the day. It gives us something to write about.

I’ll bring it back to Sara. I hope she gives you as much courage as she gives me. Listen, learn and be Brave

xxLayla