Road Trip

January 31st, 2009

Well, not exactly a road trip since I’ll be flying, but I’m in a road trip state of mind. A falling-in-love-with-Jack Kerouac state of beginnings. An anything-is-possible state of anticipation. At work, I’ve reached one of those creative deadends brought on by too many deadlines, too many time-sucking meetings, too many nights of final-exam anxiety dreams. It’s happened before, and I know it will go away, but in the meantime, my idea bank is overdrawn. I need new scenery. I need to realize I have an identity outside of my job (don’t I?!). I need to turn off the necessity to create in order to rediscover the desire. I’m remarkably fortunate to have work as a writer, a job that encourages me to be quirky, controversial, offbeat–but when sitting down to the computer starts to feel like showing up for work at the Lucy and Ethel candy factory, I know it’s time to hit Refresh.

One Response to “Road Trip”

  1. ida b. says:

    COME.

    TO.

    SOUTH.

    AMERICA.

    CHS to EZE is a few hundred bucks. Sell some plasma. Grab your passport. Get on a plane. Hola, immersion in color and wonder and sultry tango. Buenos Aires beckons!