Travel, Writing Life

That Which Scares Me Makes Me a Better Writer… I Hope

world-map-watercolor-michael-tompsettI found a travel writing class today from a reputable online source, I am scared to death to take it. I keep looking at other classes on more familiar subjects thinking I will take this and that because I am guaranteed to be better at something I’ve already done. But then, who needs more classes for that?

I feel such an urge to be a travel writer, only recently having openly admitted to myself, my sister, and you readers that it is something I have secretly wanted to do for a long time. To paraphrase Sera Beak from her wonderful memoir, Red Hot and Holy, nothing scares me more than doing what I am supposed to be doing.

When I was a kid, my mom told me that the more I hated a teacher, the better that teacher ended up being for me. My hope is it will be the same with this class: The more I fear it, the more I should know it is absolutely the right thing for me to do.

Updates as they come.


Dreams, Travel, Writing Life

Future Traveler

conde-nast-traveler-january-2012-cover-440x600Last night I had an intense dream about meeting a man who wrote for Conde Nast Traveler—a job I covet… deeply. I made a connection there and he was working to get me hired. He threw me with his crew into a rickety van to travel mountainous roads to his next snowy-exotic location. It was a stressful but excellent dream.

Today I ordered a subscription to Traveler. I felt compelled to do it. In all honesty, I have been thinking about ordering a subscription for a long time. I used to have one and I SO looked forward to my copy every month. I remember reading a feature about Patagonia and how I would have never thought of going there pre-article, but post-article it sounded like the most fabulous adventure.

Now, I find myself longing for travel. I find myself longing for adventure. I need the magazine to have something more to dream on—both the travel and the writing.

I feel there are miracles afoot. We’ll see what comes.