One of the many things I’m learning about travel blogging (other than Hubby’s constant reminder that it’s getting to be an expensive hobby), is that it’s difficult to pull together an entire life (or even six months of a life) and spin it into a good story.
A story that makes people want to know what happens next.
Because let’s face it; boredom happens. As does lethargy. Sloth. Laziness. Reality TV. Time between trips. All the stuff best left out of screenplays and books. Many authors might even say:
Today’s post has no business being part of a travel blog.
It’s August already, and I’m at home planting yet more purple flowers for the hummingbirds:
Remember that cheesy song, Deep Purple?
“And as long as my heart will beat, sweet lovers we’ll always meet, here in my deep purple dreams …”
It topped the charts in 1963 (even before my time), but I remember Donny and Marie Osmond singing it on their show in the mid-70’s. The song is so schmaltzy, it’s hard to believe anyone ever liked it — much less the entire country.
It’s also one of those super annoying songs that once you think about it, it’s impossible to get out of your head. And the more purple flowers I plant, the worse this gets:
But what does this have to do with this blog and where we’re headed from here?
Even though I do have at least one trip (both international and domestic) planned every month between 6/21 and 12/21 (will disclose all soon!), I’m afraid a lot of my journeys (the hardest ones) still take place at home.
Like this morning, when Hubby and I argued about my potential plans for 12/21/12 (none of them cheap). Haven’t we traveled enough in the past ten years together? And what is the purpose of blogging when I’m not even selling anything and have no plans to monetize all this online activity?
I’m not doing this for the money.
I’m not doing it because I haven’t traveled enough.
I’m not doing it (despite what you may think) to get attention.
And I’m definitely not doing it for my health.
I blog because otherwise I might sit at my desk and write about something completely useless, unpopular, and unprofitable like erotica, vampires, or magic.
I bet Harry Potter and Kristen Stewart dream in 50 shades of purple.
Like my garden.
And even though that corny Purple Dreams song makes me feel nostalgic (living in the past) and planning my travels for this blog propels me into the future, watching the hummingbirds feast on their own purple dreams keeps me here.
Right here and now.
And for now, that’s enough.
I will be disclosing my travel plans soon, but I need your help …
Question: Where would YOU spend 12/21/12 if you were me?
A). Somewhere Mayan (Belize, Guatemala, Mexico) with about a billion other tourists;
B). Somewhere off the beaten track, like swimming with dolphins near the Bermuda Triangle or meditating in Bhutan;
C). Somewhere productive, like at a writers’ retreat in Hawaii; or
D). At home with the people I love because who knows, it might actually be the end-of-the-world?
I appreciate your input!