Travel = More Book Ideas Than Time
The story of my life.
March was a wild month.
I traveled during three out of four weeks, which means two things.
One, I’m now very tired.
Two, I’m also full of plots.
For me, travel never fails to spark story ideas.
Perhaps this is unsurprising. It’s something about the constant flood of newness—the new faces, sights, sounds, scenes, smells, and flavors.
But there’s also something to be said about how travel jolts us from our entrenched patterns and routines, shaking up our thoughts, perspectives, and ideas in the process.
So here I am, trying to unpack my bags and catch up on laundry and cook some real food with vegetables in it and re-enter my daily work life—all while still juggling simultaneous submissions on multiple unpublished works, halfway through drafting a new book—and all I want to do is lay it all down to leap on one of these exciting new ideas while everything still feels fresh and fun.
I know what I should do.
The laundry. The chores. The texts and emails.
The completion of the actual book I’m actually writing right now and used to be very excited about back when it was also a new, fresh idea in which nothing had yet gone wrong.
But I also know what I want to do.
And it’s none of those things.
At this point, I’m not sure which instinct will win out.
Wish me luck.