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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Wanderlust

     In retrospect, this was inevitable. Just from the title of the blog I should have known I would approach this subject. I've been bitten, and bitten hard. It happened last year, and the year before, and now it's back.
     I want to travel. It's actually worse than that. I need to travel. I returned a week ago from my foray into Texas, and being on the open road . . . it's a feeling I can't quite describe. Free, I guess comes closest. When I travel, I see new things, gain new experiences, meet new people, and get ideas for writing. And there's nothing like seeing a landscape (eventually) change by driving through it. There's an infinite diversity out there, and I want to see it. I want to see the little things on the road as well as the big. I sat in y car fascinated as I drove around a Wind Farm in West Texas. There, on several mesas, windmills churned away making power. Over a dozen of them! They sat isolated, with no other sign of civilization for a hundred miles (yes, Texas really is that big, and the desert that sparse).
     I'm left wonder what else is in this wide world I need to see, and the unexpected stuff is the best. I attended a book signing of Christopher Moore recently, and he described his ideal job as one in which he would travel, research where he traveled, and then write about it. Now, I've wanted to write stories for as long as I can remember, but I never realized how much I wanted to travel until recently, and hearing him describe the job like that hit home with me that a writing life can make travel dreams possible.
     I'm not going to stop writing, and I'm already planning another trip, probably to Texas again to see my friend. I need to see White Sands, Carlsbad Caverns, and maybe to South Padre Island. Maybe I'll do that one on another trip.



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