Being a traveling human means always being a little bit heartbroken

May’s been another whirlwind month. I had about a week at home, during which I caught up on house projects and made good progress on Loop, Nevada and queried agents and submitted to publishers for Firebug, and then I was off again, driving to Brooklyn to surprise a bestie for her birthday, then off again two days later, heading to North Carolina for a family reunion at Atlantic Beach. I just got back to Raleigh from that trip and am heading out again tomorrow to Austin, TX to visit a bestie there.

I’ve decided that if I don’t get any traction from any agents or publishers that I’ve reached out to by the end of June, I’m going to move forward with my original plan of self-publishing Firebug. I’ve been reading about what that process would look like (thanks Victoria for lending me this book) and have the shape of a plan in mind to execute it. 

In the meantime, I’m taking some time off from Loop, Nevada to work on a short story that’s got some pretty spicy elements. I don’t know if I’m going to do anything with the spicy story, but even if I just share it with a few select friends, it’s been a good exercise in leaving my comfort zone and trying something new. 

All of these travels have been fun, and I’m grateful I’ve got the time to do it, but I’m also ready to be back in Pittsburgh for a while and get back into a daily routine. I miss my cat and my bed and my creature comforts. 

As I wrote in a letter to someone once in a dream, “Being a traveling human means always being a little bit heartbroken. You have to learn to carry home on your back like a snail.”

So here I go, doin another travel. 🐌