I don't really know where I'd want to go if I could go anywhere I wanted... there are too many options! I'd love to return to the Badlands in South Dakota, and of course there's England and Scotland, and the time I spent in Guatemala was one of the most amazing times of my life... so difficult to decide! It's funny, though; I've been thinking about places to go, mostly in the continental US, a lot lately, but not because they'd be somewhere that I'd go. I'm writing a young adult novel for my mentoring project, and it's about four teenagers on a road trip. It's kinda a horrible thing that I'm still figuring out where on earth my characters are going, but I honestly don't know yet. I've been trying to figure out the places the four of them individually would want to go, and then see if there's a good path between them all, but I seem to be coming to conclusions of Maine and the Grand Teton National Park (and probably the Badlands, too), which is potentially very problematic, given that the two are not what one might call neighbors. I digress! The point is that the possibilities are endless for myself, but that I have in fact been considering journeys and trips more often than usual in the past few weeks.
Look! Just look at the Badlands! If you don't think they're beautiful, then I will... respectfully disagree with you. So beautiful! I'll probably live through my characters and send them here, at least for a little while.
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