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 …

Shuttle Bus Confessions

Yesterday was a challenging day. I spent most of it in shuttles, at airports and waiting for planes. I took a flight from NYC to Chicago that took almost as long as the flight from London. The only notable mention was my encounter with an airport shuttle driver, who feeling …

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, …

10 steps to my metamorphosis

While my Mojo is off backpacking around South America, I’ve had plenty of time to ponder on writer’s block and fickle muses. You see, in order to be successful writers, we must sometimes stomp and set fire to the notion that we can only write well when inspired. Based on the inspiration/perspiration formula, muse participation …

Cocktail Agent Party

YOU ARE INVITED said the notice, to a cocktail party thrown by an important literary agency who (if you’re lucky) will one day want to recruit you. Stop by, schmooze, mingle. Be prepared to describe yourself and your breakthrough novel in five fabulous words or less. Be there, be square. …

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 …