Travel is broadening. And I do not mean all that pasta you ate in Italy like Liz Gilbert. Getting out of town makes us see things, our own things, people, and places, in a new light when we get home. It makes us critics, in the best sort of way.
At least that's my philosophy, and the reason I dream about being a travel writer. But, wait. Maybe I already am. I wrote a novel that was set in a foreign land (Blackbird Fly) and a clerk at Book Soup in Hollywood asked me if it was travel fiction. Yes! I answered after a light bulb burst over my noggin. Fiction or non, getting out of town and writing about it is golden.
My latest foray into travel writing is a piece for AOL about Seattle. I love Seattle, in all its nasty climates and bluebird days, its rawness and sophistication, its wacky neighborhoods and walk-friendly cafes. Thanks to Gina Misiroglu of Red Room for getting the ball rolling and getting attention for Red Room authors.