Day 13

“Just write,” I tell my clients. “Do it. Doesn’t matter if it’s bad. Doesn’t matter if it’s terrible. Just write and write and write and you’ll find your voice and you will make great stuff. “Write when you’re tired,” I say. “Write when you don’t have time to...

Day 12: Shizz I Don’t Travel Without

I’ve been meaning to post something practical like this for a while, and I can think of no better time than tonight, when my shit is scattered all over a bedroom floor in Stockholm and I’m really tired of talking about myself. This is not a sponsored post: I genuinely...

Day 11: Blonds on Bicycles

I wake up this morning at Ella and Ingvar’s to screaming, thumping, dishes clinking and the smell of coffee. I go back to sleep. When I wake up again, there is silence. I wander around the empty house, drinking tea, catching up on work, and reveling in the...

Day 10: Swedish

I’m in Stockholm now. Yup, that’s how I roll: wake up in Cappadocia, go to sleep in Stockholm. At 10pm, if I make it that late, because I’m staying with friends who have 4 children under the age of 6. I’ll pause for a moment to let that sink in. I’ve written...
Day 9: Sideways

Day 9: Sideways

So I went to the hospital this morning. I had to explain myself multiple times: first to staff at my hotel, then to the translator, and then, obviously, to the doctor. “What happened?” they asked. I so badly wanted to say that I was crawling through a tunnel in the...