I have dreams I can fly

Sometimes I dream that I’m running. There I am on a long stretch of road: arms pumping, legs taut, chest rising and falling in rhythmic breathing. In, out. In, out. I’m moving fast, pounding my feet against the pavement, blocking out the fear, the doubt, the pain. I can do this. …

Parking Lots

I started moving around from country to country when I was a teenager. In a lot of ways it was a great experience that taught me about people and how to adapt to different environments. On the other hand, it left me with a chronic feeling of impermanency and the …

Gotham

It’s 5:00 AM and I’m 41 stories above Gotham city. I’m standing on the ledge of the hotel window, pressed against the glass, my laptop raised over my head, like John Cusack in Say Anything. Except instead of Peter Gabriel, my soundtrack is provided by The The. Harmonicas, I’ve decided, …

Greetings from Espana

Greetings from the mountains of Gaucin! It is so green and high up here, it reminds me a little of Bolivia. We are in the middle of nowhere, beautiful little white town, population 1500. Lots of little bars and cafes, hardly any tourists, everyone speaks Spanish; even the hippie expats …

Escaping wanderlust

Confession time: Some people are addicted to drinking, shopping and sex. I am addicted to travel. It isn’t a new thing. If you read my first posts on this blog, you’ll have noticed how I tend to put off the important things in life until the last minute and preoccupy …

Strawberries fields

The other night I was dreaming it was raining strawberries. I woke up and reached for my dream journal, convinced it meant something. What it means is that I’ve been working too hard, spending all my free time at my desk. I go to sleep with writing in my head and …

Dream a little dream

I’ve been trying not to think about the novel, working on a dream blog instead. Part real, part creative, it is a platform where I can create little wispy observations and stories that read as if the voices were coming from 50ft above my head. Largely abstract and experimental, these cloudy …

Nothing new under the sun

Wanderlust has me by the throat again. This time it is Eastern Europe, with its former communist facades, it’s majestic hilltops, full of castles and crumbling palaces: Budapest, Prague, Romania, Poland. I am yearning for contrast, cafes full of beautiful young people and decrepit old bars where politics is a …

Mermaid in training

I recently returned from the Costa de Azahar, having spent two weeks engrossed in my own version of a sensory deprivation tank. The beach was quiet enough to forgot everything around me. Dipping head first in the water, I stayed under for as long as I could. Mindless as a piece …