Who woulda thunk it? As of this week, I will have one year of writing my travel blog in the books, or in the blog-a-sphere as the case may be. The key to success for me was to choose a subject(s) I was/am passionate about – and in recent years I have taken two lifelong passions of travel and writing and pulled them together to create this blog.
Because I was not looking for financial gain, I had a freedom to take my time and learn and research as I trekked along this journey. My main goal was to gain confidence in my writing. To find ‘my’ writing ‘voice.’ A year later I am still perfecting that voice, which I believe will be a never-ending search as I evolve with living an exciting day-to-day existence.
The big challenge was how to set my blog apart from the other gazillion travel blogs out there. A challenge I am still furtively fighting, but as time goes on and I receive feedback from readers, travel with a different eye now that I have a deeper purpose attached to travel, and see what has worked for other travel writers, I feel I am gaining headway on setting myself apart.
I also started this blog to practice my writing skills – a glorified writing exercise. The fact that I have had over 3,800 hits, dozens of followers (even if several of those are family and friends 🙂 and have received comments of favor from complete strangers, has done wonders for my confidence in the writing arena.
My story is different in that I don’t travel for a living, my living takes me traveling. There are certainly some trips I take that are for no reason other than to see and experience a new destination, but more often than not I am brought to each destination because I am visiting a family or a friend, going on a business trip with my husband or trying to keep up with my daughter on her travels.
My husband and I taking in the expansive view from Joseph Phelps winery in Napa Valley
My daughter and I bundled up on a foggy, crisp fall day in Portland, Maine
The title of my blog was born out of accuracy: Nomadic Narrator. My friends and extended family have for years called me a nomad as I am always on the move, to the extent they rarely know where I am. With my memory I can hardly remember where I am! Traveling between two different home fronts and to see kids who are many miles away from us and from each other adds to the confusion and challenge.
Father and daughter taking a breather from the heat of summer at 1,401 feet below sea level at the Dead Sea
My son and I ready for a wienerschnitzel challenge in Vienna
For those of you old enough to remember the show, the “Flying Nun” I have been dubbed the “flying housewife.” The subtitle of my blog: Literary Luggage of a Life in Motion – is an anthem to my life on the go. The crazy chaotic nomadic existence of my family is beyond the norm, but for us this has become the norm. My kids are 21 and 23 and the last time we lived together as a family was in 2007. My husband and I have been the proverbial two ships passing the night, with no end in sight until he retires.
Today’s technology is obviously a huge element of keeping our family connected – between phone calls, text messages and Skype we see each other and talk to each other more than most people who live with each other. It’s easy to take for granted your time together, just like it is easy to take for granted all the great travel opportunities right in your own backyard. How often do you have someone come visit and ask, “Have you been to (such and such) a place?” And generally the response is, “No, I haven’t. I’ve been meaning to, but just haven’t gotten there yet.” My son and daughter live 2,000 miles away from each other, but have more quality chats than if they lived across the hallway from each other.
Father and son enjoying a dinner outing at our family favorite Mastro’s in Scottsdale, AZ
The lesson for me and for my family is that we have come to rely on quality versus quantity and that has created bonds within our family that I know will serve us a lifetime. Because all members of my family love to travel, my opportunities for travel will continue to abound, and I will continue to write about these adventures, get better at chronicling them with higher quality photos and dig for those deep unearthed nuances that make each trip a unique experience.
My goal for year two is to search out ways to keep my blog fun and fresh, informative and inviting, thrilling and thought-provoking. One new element I am adding to this years blog posts is to have “guest bloggers” write of a recent or memorable travel experience they have shared with me and I in turn would love to have them share with you, my reader.
And as they say – no time like the present, so next week I will be presenting my first guest blogger, my daughter Allison, who just returned from a trip to St. Petersburg, Russia. I will provide an introduction and then turn the page over to my darling daughter.
I was initially content to write this blog for my eyes only. To force me to commit to a regular standing date with working on my writing skills. But you, the reader, have filled me full of hope, a new desire and a deepened passion to push even harder to take my writing to the next level of getting formally published and oh, do I dare dream it – to actually get paid for my writing one day! Anything is possible, and I do dare to dream!
A round of applause and a wealth of gratitude to you my reader for your support of my writing by reading my blog! A special thank you to a select group of friends – you know who you are – for your undying love and support!
The family matriarch – my mama – thank you for your unwavering and unconditional love and support of my writing life!!
The family patriarch – oh mine papa – sharing a bonding moment with my daughter over what else – a book! Thank you for pops for instilling in my my love of reading and writing!
The immediate family enjoying a weekend brunch in the Big Apple! Without you – where would I be? Sitting at home, bored, with very little to write about! I love you all!