As a writer,
a person who lets her fingertips tap dance back and forth across a keyboard for hours each day
in coffee shops and cafes,
I’m flexible in hours and location and lifestyle.
My office, my whole career, is tangled in the web. And my book- that weight loss memoir I’m penning at age 27- she’s locked up tight in a 14” PC prison.
So long as I’ve got a computer, I’ve got a career. So long as my fingers remain unsprained and my mind undisturbed (who’s kidding who?), my chosen field is sprawling. Limitless, really.
And so this year,
being freer than I’ve been in many years, as a professional writer, I’m going to travel to places far away and write. Mostly because every morning that I wake up, I say to myself,
Andie, you’re blessed and bold, go
teeter on the very ledge of your comfort zone.
Tomorrow I’m leaving the States and traveling to Central America for two and a half months of living in small beach towns, surfing communities, and jungles-
places that hopefully embrace a gal in the same bathing suit six days out of seven, lounged and locked lips with her laptop.
But as for you and me,
what really matters here,
not much will change. I’ll be online daily. I’ll be writing just as I always have.
I’ll still be cooking and eating lustfully, though perhaps more exotically. Which,
we’ll both enjoy.
And you’ll be here too, through jungle-d pictures and insect bites and sun-burned posts and *precarious adventures.
*Someone comfort my mother.
Same blog, different country.