Currently, as of, right now.

Oh. What up world?! Been awhile, right? Like a minute or so. Like I should already have my second book bone. Like I should be writing it right now…

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NOPE! Instead – I’ll updated y’all lovely people.

I’ve been writing for Frank 151 (two article: Tinder Tales Part ONE & The Drake Phenomenon) which has been so much & an honor. Still, for the moment at least, I am doing that LA living. Which has been a whirl wind adventure. Full of strange & crazy events. Endless inspiration and of course heavy bricks of writer’s block. But alas, for the most part; I’m golden.

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Being here in LA I’ve grown a lot and yet still very aware I have a lot more growing to do. Been working a whole list of projects: the GIRL Project, #howtoloveanartist, Hella Adult, music moment with my mom & of course where I eat my way through LA’s ice cream shops with #RoseLovesIceCream. Follow down the rabbit hole. Let’s see where this shit goes.

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As always you can follow my adventures via my facebook, twitter, tumblr, & instagram.

 

FRANK 151

So happy to announce that I am the newest contributor writer for Frank 151! I am so happy and really excited to see where this goes.

Check out my first article about what I call The Drake Phenomenon.

Rose McAleese “Dancing Unicorn” – ALL DEF POETRY: PSI 201

That’s me!

Congrats to myself & keeping it moving

Hello World!

For those who have been following my journey (being an awesome and humbling support system for me – I thank you from the bottom of my heart) I heard back from Sundance Screenwriters Lab; they said no. But it’s all good.

Don’t get me wrong – I am super bummed! But I came to terms awhile back that a yes or a no are both positive outcomes. I mean I wrote a whole screenplay, got to the 2nd round of the screenwriter’s lab, halfway finished with my third script and now writing a play. Since moving to LA I’ve met so many great people, I’ve taken my self more serious as a writer/comedian, and still going strong. I have a good vibe about Sundance passing on me and my epic ass story. (Their lost – Bye Felicia!) I have a feeling that their is a bigger and maybe even better opportunity in store for me real soon.

One No equals four Yes’s in the future.

Make art, do what you love, and give no fucks. xo

LA x Living

Hello World!

So sorry I’ve been MIA as well as being sorry for the lack of post and shows. I am in Los Angeles and kind of taken a step back from performing and readings. But no worries because I have been writing. Yes, writing. Which means, *New Work!*

For the time being why not doing the most logically thing and follow me on all the social media I am so addicted and loyal too.

Facebook x Instagram x Twitter x Tumblr

Bumbershoot 2014 x Rain City

Hosting is what I do best. It’s my job these days.

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End of the 1st Quarters: Turning 25

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I love my birthday. I always love the idea of getting one year older. One more year full of adventures and mishaps. For me getting older is the price, the dollar amount you pay to live. It’s like rent money.

Now! What annoys the shit out of me is when my friends say things like “Oh my god! We are so old! 25 is so old! Why are we getting so freaking old?!”

I mean, really? Are we really “that old”?

A.) No

B.) You are giving yourself way too much credit if you think you are mature enough to have this whole life things figured out. Being old comes with wisdom. And clearly we don’t have the wisdom to realize being a 20something and 30something is a blessing. “Youth” is really wasted on the youth.

You know what old is too me? 92. 92 years is hella old. That in mind – we are so far from being truly OLD.

I am a strong believer that age is just a state of mind. If you already feel old at 29 or 35, well then sure. Life is pretty much over for you. However – you can still change. Start living life to the fullest. My mother always told me: “you are only young once but can be immature for life. And the rate you are going at you are going to be immature on your death bed.” Trust.

On the subject of my mother, the OG K Dot, is 63. She has written countless books, still writes to this day, worked as a journalist, had a job as a producer for numerous radio shows, worked as a copy editor in an advertising company, successfully started her own business, gave birth to two healthy daughters, has been to Paris, Rome and Ireland, has had a hip replacement and is a survivor of cancer. That’s only a few plot points in her 63 years on this planet. And she still has so much time left!

I am turning 25 at the end of this month. For those who have been following my wild journey of my birthdays might be aware that I christen each year with a title and goal. When I was 23 it was my “Jordan Year.” Goal – to do shit with no fear of failing. I was very satisfied with the results.

Turning 24 I made it my “bitch don’t kill my vibe” year. To be completely honesty, I feel like I failed at my goal. Which was to worry more about me and careless about what people think. I got sidetracked the coldest and really lost myself. But that’s OK. No need to shame myself anymore. I can only just move forward from here.

24 was a really tough year. Not a bad year, just tough. A lot of changes and growth happened. With growth comes growing pains. One can not happen without the other. Bittersweet but oh so very deliciously in its rewards.

After watching Love & Basketball (all big life choices should be made after watching that movie, just saying) I have now deiced to calling my 25th year on this earth “The end of 1st quarter.” If I’m lucky I will live to be 100 (the women in my family tend to live very long lives) This is just the ending of my first quarter.

If life is a game – here’s the recap: I survived middle school and high school. Two places I was pretty sure were going to eat me a live. I was a poet for nearly 10 years! Landed my “dream job.” Quit my “dream job.” Stopped being embarrassed to be called a writer. Went to film school. Nearly died twice. Once from a ruptured appendix. The other time was being hit by a drunk driver. I published a book, made friends, lost friends. Grew up with my family. Grew apart from family. I am someone who lives with depression, PTSD, and is bi-polar. I fell in love. Deep, rich, beautiful love. I had my heart broken. Shattered. Ripped from my body. I laughed a lot and I cried just as much if not more. But here I am. Honored to be getting another year older. Also! I moved to Los Angeles. Truly getting on the road to get on Saturday Night Live. (Or become the creator of my own awesome show…)

So let’s say an ESPN report was interviewing me I would be like;

“Well Natasha, thanks for asking. I am really proud of what’s happen so far. I had a lot of doubt going into this but I’m trying my hardest to stay strong. I took a lot of uncalled for hits. Even threw a feel myself. Which I am embarrassed to admit too. I did make some bad plays in the beginning (thanks for pointing that out.) I did take out the wrong players at the wrong times. Even traded a few. I met new players who have done nothing but encouraged me on becoming a better performer. Bounced around for a bit, lost site of my goals. But overall, things are looking up for me. I still have 3 whole quarters ahead of me. And it’s anyone’s game at this point.”

(I get I am going super strong on this sports metaphor right now but like I said Love & Basketball man. Such a great movie.)

Maybe next year I’ll adventure out of the sport metaphors.

But look! What I am trying to say is – life is fucked up. Life is beautiful. Life is fucking beautiful. Do you. Do you to the fullest. Things will hit rock bottom way before you can catch your breath. Then again, there will be times where you are so overwhelmed and dizzy off happiness. And drunk off good vibes.

 

After this summer, negative thoughts still burn holes in my mind. I like to think I am just making space for more important, happier thoughts. I can be negative when I’m dead. I’ll be like man, I am dead. This really sucks. But until then – here’s too another 75 years.

2012 Seattle Slam Team at TEDxSeattle

Found this little gem on the internet. Enjoy! Or don’t.

Come See Rose Read!

Oh boy! Do I have some fun and exciting future plans lined up. August and September are gonna be fun!

August 19th, 26th and September 2nd
Co-hosting and guest DJing for Seattle Poetry Slam
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August 20th 
Hosting at Rain City Slam
@Scratch Deli

August 28th
Teaching writer’s workshop: Skeletons & Skin
@Whatcom Community College

August 31st
Introducing and reading with Tom Robbins at Bumbershoot
@The Words & Ideas Stage

September 1st
Hosting The Battle of the Words Poetry Slam at bumbershoot
@The Words & Ideas Stage

 

***This of course being the TIP of the ice berg. Please stay tune for more updates, play along with my facebook, follow along with my twitter, and look along with my Instagram. Also you hear the new remix of “Flawless”? If not you should!

Chuckanut Writer’s Conference

I had the honored and privilege of being a faculty member at the 2014 Chuckanut Writer’s Conference. I had a blast! Not only did I have the opportunity to teach but I was able to take part in classes lead by a few of my favorite writers/humans. I really needed this. I got out of the city, was reminded why I love to write and why I am a writer. I learned new techniques and strategies to approach writing and added to my summer reading list. Thought I would share with you guys who I’ll be reading this summer thanks to the Chuckanut Writer’s Conference.

Elaina Ellis – “Write about an Empty Birdcage”

Kristiana Kahakauwila – “This Is Paradise: Stories”

Thor Hanson – “Feathers: The Evolution of a Natural Miracle”

Karen Finneyfrock – “Starbird Murphy and the World Outside”

Just a name a few but for the list of faculty at this year’s Chuckanut Writer’s Conference here.

I was also really happy to hang out with interesting and thoughtful people who want to have discussions and talk. I was lucky enough to laugh the hardest that I’ve laughed in a long time. I’ve been to a lot of conference but this one was a highlight of the craft and the people who love. There was opportunity to share and a real sense of community. Hope I get to go next year!