Had an interesting discussion with someone recently (a fairly famous someone) about the concept of writing — the romanticized, “oh I want to be a writer!” people versus the actual writers. It wasn’t a pretentious conversation. You don’t call someone a doctor simply because they’re a WebMD enthusiast.
Long story short, writers have a refined craft. Aspiring writers may diagnose you with leprosy when you have dry skin.
“I closed my eyes and just let go.”
It’s one of my favorite lines in my novel, Sixteen Days. A simple statement that reflected emotional nudity. A complex decision that reflected an inability to ever go back.
As we enter this NaBloWriMo season, my goal is to share tips of this trade, secrets and tricks to improving your writing, as well as explore my own journey as an editor and author.
Care to join? Close your eyes and just let go.
It’s the hustle and bustle at the departures drop off point.
The moment I show my passport.
It’s the never-ending queue, the overpriced shops, and uncomfortable seat I curl into whilst waiting at the gate.
It’s handing my ticket to the check-in agent, the breeze I feel as I make my way down the long corridor, the sardine seating, and the click of the belt across my lap.
It is the high of travel I can never. get. enough. of.
I want my feet to wander across new and old ground, my eyes to marvel at a thousand cityscapes, and my heart to quicken — and stop — at a million rich sunsets.
My home is everywhere and nowhere at all.
I wander, I look, I live, I learn.
I travel for the moments, the memories, the high.