Here are some of my tips, insights, musings, and general freakings-out about being a writer in general, and travel writing specifically.
I exited through the double doors into a cloudy, gray morning and let the tears fall. I had done it. I had taken a big, giant, terrifying jump and survived. No one laughed at me.
I'm not freaking out. Nope. Not at all. I've got this, I say. I scribble it on my whiteboard in all caps. I'VE GOT THIS. I breathe deep. Pace. Pour a rum and diet.
We walked into the bookstore. It was the same one I'd entered a year and three months prior, the one where, for the first time, I envisioned my book on a shelf.
Sometimes you head in one direction without knowing where you're going, yet you still end up where you need to be.