Nicole Trilivas

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A Grand Thing

“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”

–Agatha Christie
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The Will

“People can generally make time for what they choose to do; it is not really the time but the will that is lacking.”

-John Lubbock, English banker, politician, naturalist and archaeologist

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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 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.

Confront Yourself

“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination or forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing.”

-August Wilson, American playwright

Self-examination

Self-examination

New Week, New Attitude

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:

  • Get an update on my contract from Penguin (last I heard, my agent has been revising it so I’m thinking I’ll see it soon) ***squee sounds here***
  • Edit at least 3 of existing articles and re-submit
  • Complete 2 new articles on spec
  • Touch base with the advertising agency I freelance for
  • Get some boring “housekeeping” done (i.e. schedule doc appointments, pack, etc.)

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!

XO Nicole

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A Beautiful Word

“Hiking – I don’t like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains – not hike! Do you know the origin of that word ‘saunter?’ It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going, they would reply, “A la sainte terre,’ ‘To the Holy Land.’ And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them.”

- John Muir, Scottish-American naturalist, author, and early advocate of preservation of wilderness in the United States

Just got back from church, and decided to put up a quote for today, and this one just happened to be the first draft I clicked on, which is very fitting for a lovely Sunday morning, methinks. I feel most spiritual when I’m within nature. Whether it’s the sea or the mountains, the forest or the great planes, seeing greatness and being within that greatness is humbling. Hope you’re having a very lovely Sunday morning, wherever you may be.

This Is My Official Book Deal Announcement

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:

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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!

The announcement in Publisher's Marketplace

The announcement in Publisher’s Marketplace

 

September Always Feels Like The New Year…

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!

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Words.

“Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.”

― Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

I love words.

I love words.

 

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.

One Traveler’s Spectacular Hissy Fit

“You can travel. You just don’t want it enough.

You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel.

You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country.

So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t.

You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society.

Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None.

Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.”

 

–Blogger, Susanna Cole. Read this glorious, unfiltered, shit-travelers-think-but-don’t-say rant in full here. I adore this.

I freakin' love maps

I freakin’ love maps

Happenstance

 “Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.”

-Anna Quindlen, Every Last One

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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.

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