I would love to say that I’m sick of the downside of fame and fortune, but that would be a lie, and you know how I’m not too fond of lies.
I’m not famous, and I’m not fortunate, but I do need to get away.
The decision has been made, but the finer details need to be ironed out.
Like, where do I go?
With everyone locked down and international travel difficult (but not impossible), you would think that my options were limited.
I’m an inventive and resourceful person.
I can get around anything and talk my way out of, or into most situations, so many destinations are open to me.
Too many choices, so maybe I should take the advice given by a ghost to Odysseus when he asked where to go on his journey.
“Take an oar from your boat and walk inland until you meet someone who doesn’t know what an oar is and asks what you are carrying. That is the place you should be.”
I’m not a seaman, but I am a writer, so I’m going to carry my typewriter until someone asks me what it is.
There shall I settle.