Where I'm at
On the offchance that you give a shit, I am writing a boring travel log type thing about the trip I am taking. You can make comments here if the urge takes you: they are switched off over there because my mother and children will be reading it, probably.
posted by Dr Zen @ 5:41 pm
3 Comments:
boots sez:
Well be sure there's a link back here so they can read the interesting stuff!
This is what you should be writing, man. Who does travel any more other than Bill fucking Bryson? Your voice makes me think a little bit of Clive James. You'd have to deal it out in slightly larger packages, though.
On a slightly petty point, it might be helpful to more people if you were a bit more exact about where you are at any given time. It took me a while to realise Brighton was in fact Brighton, and not some Far East place called after Brighton.
You bring it to life nicely, not overloaded with details, nor self-conscious. I can somewhat imagine the poignancy of this trip and wouldn't blame you if writing it lost appeal. But out here on the outer edge, readers want to feel the ground under your feet, not your pain so much, so keep at it. It's an appreciated gift.
Side notes: There's a Brighton near me, a township so old it has disappeared. Once it was a train station, I imagine, perhaps a farm town after the Gold Rush. Now the map points to a spot in Sacramento's sprawl where the name is pretty much forgotten.
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