Happy 2016, fishy friends! Welcome to the New Year, the lagoon and to this month’s blog theme: Find something of meaning with history that describes/embodies/personifies you to a tee.
(Thank you, Alethea Mermaid, for the thought-provoking prompt!)
So… Here I’ve been searching my house the past two days for something that fits the bill. It’s not been easy! Simply put, I’m a girl of few possessions.
The things I treasure, I often pack up and stick in my car. Her name is Fancy, my car, because she was the most stripped down model of Honda I could afford but she may as well be a billion dollar spaceship to me and I’d never want her to feel anything less than that. The places we have gone, the things we have seen…
At any given moment, Fancy’s trunk might be carrying around such precious cargo as my telescope whose name is Vera. Vera because in Spanish, it means “he or she will…
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What Happens When a Pantser Plots a Roadtrip?
I’ll answer that in three-and-a-half words. It ain’t pretty.
I don’t know if it goes against my very nature, but planning a cross-country road trip with my five kids makes me a tad bit nervous. And anxious. And really, really, REALLY scared. It’s not so much the perpetual questions and the fighting in the backseat because I’m pretty much resigned to that. It’s the mystery. I hate taking the mystery out of my trip, which probably makes me a pantser in every aspect of my life.
I went to Ireland with my friend Ellen when we were in our early twenties. We planned our route carefully. One week to get from Shannon, Ireland to Dublin. Then we would catch the ship to England and spend two weeks touring England and Scotland. We had it all mapped out. We knew where we would be staying. We planned on hitting every tourist trap from one coast to the other.
And then we decided to…
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