-John Lubbock, English banker, politician, naturalist and archaeologist
When I decided I wanted to change careers and become a writer, I gave up a some things:
I gave up my upper, upper east side apartment. Because of all the flooding and the mice, I was able to break my lease. I gave it up because I knew I would need the money. I gave up my city life and moved in with my parents in Long Island on and off, for four years total. I gave up $15 martinis at Cambell’s Apartment. I gave up expensive handbags and Tuesday night drink because I had to catch a train home. I gave up my parts of my social life in my twenties to live at home and save money. I gave up watching TV during the week for a whole year. Instead, I used that time to write.
I eventually gave up my high paying job as a creative director at an up and coming advertising agency. I gave up the salary, the travel that came with work, the perks, the lifestyle. It still makes my heart thud in my chest when I think about it, even though I still freelance from them time to time.
But making myself a writer wasn’t just about giving things up. It was about rearranging my priorities. I gave up my expensive New York City lifestyle and traded it in for a bohemian European one. Once I was untethered, I was able to move abroad for short periods of time to work on my writing: I lived in a party house with a bunch of Australians and Kiwis in Edinburgh, Scotland. I live with a band in the suburbs of Dublin, Ireland. And I lived with dancers in Sydney, Australia. Those weren’t glamorous years. The houses were dirty and cheap. But I was living the life that I fully and wholehearted wanted to live. And that made it beautiful and thrilling. And I swear to you, on that first trip I took with my only agenda being writing I had never felt more alive.
It’s been almost 7 years of this mad, creative, wild, pull-your-hair-out frustrating creative life. But it’s mine. And I love it.
-August Wilson, American playwright
Good morning, friends! Who’s excited about the new Royal Baby? I am! The way I see it, there’s enough crappy news in the world that it’s nice to come together over a happy event. And the birth of a child is such a singular, purely happy event.
Anyway, this is my last week before my New England vacation (I leave on Thurs.), so for the next three days, I’m going to try and stay very focused and get a lot done. My goals for today are as follows:
Lastly, in the most mild way, I’ve started mentally thinking about a new novel or novella. I have a basic plot idea, but I need to think it about more to see if it has legs. It’s sort of a Girls Who Travel spin off, but involving totally new characters. We’ll see.
Happy writing to all and here’s to a productive week!
Well, I’ve been putting off writing about this until I signed the contract, but I just can’t hold it in anymore. I got a book deal!!!
After four books and four years of being a full time, capital “W” Writer, I finally sold a book (Girls Who Travel) to Berkley Penguin. I couldn’t be happier to be with them. Out of all the Big Five/Six, Penguin obviously has the cutest logo:
In the next coming weeks, I hope to be signing the contract (my lovely agent is currently reviewing it) and working on edits. They’re hoping for a mid-2015 release date. A release right before summer would be perfect for Girls Who Travel. I’m just so thrilled and grateful. It’s been a long road, but I’m so happy to be on it and heading in the right direction!
Even though it’s been years since September marked the start of the school year, autumn still feels like the beginning for me. There’s something about the fresh new air that blows away the slow summer rot. There is a crispness in apples, the leaves, and the light.
I’m happy to spend some of the fall in America, especially the Northeast. Next week I’ll be up in Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Maine for a wedding. In New England, the leaves have already started to change colors and the nights are cool enough to require cosy sweater. My boyfriend is flying in from London to join me, and since we’ve been apart for nearly three months (visa stuff, the bane of all international couples), the reunion feels even more like a new start.
I’m excited to start the new season in this way: with an overdue reunion with my boyfriend and old friends. To future things!
― Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
Words have been good to me. Especially on the page. Words are luxurious. When my heart aligns with my brain and my fingers (and the cosmos), and the perfect sentence–a string of words–springs from me fully-formed–that right there is all there is. I love words. I love how they’re playful, and how you can trip up on them. How they create unintended consequences. I love their power. The quick wit of an internal rhyme; the lyric or line of the poem that can stop you dead in your tracks. I am a player of words, a tamer of words, an arranger, and curator. I am a searcher of the perfect word at the perfect place. I am a weaver of words, a wearer of words, a user and abuser of words. I am a lover of words.
–Blogger, Susanna Cole. Read this glorious, unfiltered, shit-travelers-think-but-don’t-say rant in full here. I adore this.
-Anna Quindlen, Every Last One
I think inside happenstance is where we find the true magic in the world.
When I was applying for colleges I really wanted to go to NYU. When I look back on it, I can’t say why. I grew up outside of NYC so it wasn’t like I’d be experiencing a new city. But at the time I was dead set on it. When I got waitlisted, I remember crying in bed, devastated. I ended up getting into BU where I met the most amazing friends of my life, traveling all over the world with them. I got the best damn education there and my college experience was something out of beautiful, highly stylized film with a kickass soundtrack. Oh, how my life could have been so different. It was nothing short of magic that took me to BU instead of NYU. There’s no other way I can explain it. And though it felt like destiny, it was just happenstance.