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As a full-time writer with a (albeit momentarily dormant) thing for travelling, one of the questions I’m asked the most is ‘how’. How did I make the change from my 9-5 to this, how much money do I make, how how how. This time around, I was asked by Do What You Love For Life, an inspirational lifestyle blog that encourages people to do exactly what the name suggests.

Check out my article here, and let me know what you think!

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So the lovely folk at WordPress reminded me this morning that my website is three years old today! How is that even possible? Maybe this is what parents mean when they say time goes so quickly. I remember when I first started, I was worried nobody would even find the site and now, I’ve got over 2,000 followers – totally cray-cray!

To make the day even more special, Becca’s Books, kindly did a cover reveal this morning, for Wanderlust. It’ll be released this summer and is book 2 of the Pull series. I cannot WAIT for this one 🙂

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When Selina gets dumped in a viral YouTube video, there’s only one thing she can do: withdraw her savings, quit her temping job and leave. Vowing never to fall for guys like her ex again, she swaps London for Ibiza and finds herself volunteering in Colinas Verde. With its alternative, relaxed lifestyle, sunny skies and deep blue sea, it’s the perfect place to start her backpacking adventure and forget the humiliation she left behind. If only it weren’t for Alex.

Berlin born Alex is travelling solo, and with good reason. In the wake of a promising rock climbing career cut short due to injury, he’s left a trail of disappointment and broken hearts behind him. Determined not to make the same mistakes again, he opted to volunteer in sleepy Colinas Verde over hedonistic Southern Ibiza and with only one week left, it was a choice that paid off, until Selina showed up.

New housemates Selina and Alex are both determined to change, but in a place where people come and go and relationships are intense, old habits die hard.

Two backpackers. One week. What happens in Ibiza…

So, I’ve just realised, it’s April. Already! That means it’s my birthday month, Easter, and spring time. Yay! It also means I’ve only got 2, maximum 3 months to get my second instalment of Pull ready. Balls.

I’ve met so many people who’ve got glossy eyed when I tell them I’m a writer. They all say the same thing – how great it must be to write and travel at the same time. And they’re right, it is great. It’s just that time doesn’t really exist while you’re travelling. On one hand, everything is super slow and chilled. The biggest dilemma of the day might be deciding where to have breakfast that day before lounging around all day. On the the other hand, everything goes so fast. I’ll be home in under a month – where have the last 4 months gone?

The inspiration for Pull is already there. The idea is there, I just need to get it out and on the one hand, being surrounded by scenery like this is pretty much most writers’ dream.

On the other hand, I don’t want to miss it by being stuck behind a laptop screen all day. It’s taken me the best part of 4 hours just to get this blog post done – the internet was sketchy and it seems that whenever I do get some precious time to do anything work related, my laptop decides it wants to throw a hissyfit.

Still. I’m not complaining.

 

It’s a fact that travelling brings people together. You’re on your own, in a foreign country, experiencing new, unforgettable things on an almost daily basis and the best part is that most people you meet will have similar interests as you. I don’t think I’ve met anyone who hasn’t had some kind of relationship story while travelling, whether it’s been a fling or the real, true deal. The question is, is it worth it?

Hearts in Sand

I read a comment on an online forum some time ago that said falling in love while travelling is brutal, but worth it. I love love. I’m a romance writer, so of course I do. I’m a hopeless romantic and I’m always filled with a warm glow when I hear about a love story that started thousands of miles away in some exotic place, and lasts. I was lucky enough to attend the wedding celebration of a French woman who met her now Australian husband travelling in Costa Rica. Proof enough that the possible heartache that comes with falling in love while being inherently transient is a possibility.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I’m happy enough to say that right now, as I’m writing this post, I’m in love. For the last two months, every day has been better than the last, with picture perfect moments that Hollywood would wet itself over. Having someone to share new experiences with is one of the best feelings ever, whether they’ve been good or bad. It’s been like living in a dream world with an infinite amount of time ahead of you.

But it isn’t infinite. Sooner or later, things have to change. People have to move on, whether you continue travelling together or not, or one of you returns to your home country. How do you know whether or not to continue on the path you originally had in mind when you first set out, or to see where this new romance takes you? When things are so uncertain in life, how do you know whether it’s worth adapting your plans to accommodate someone else? And, more importantly, how do you know that the love you’ve shared wasn’t just some by-product of being somewhere exotic and tropical – somewhere far away from your every day life? Realistically speaking, the experiences you share with a new partner in your regular setting back home (wherever that home may be) over the period of a few months, can be shared with someone while travelling in a matter of weeks. Especially if you’re spending every single day together.

When I left home, I had a firm plan of doing my shiatsu course, staying away from parties and generally being more focussed. Suffice it to say, life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. Instead, I’ve partied like a crazy person, found myself in one of these dream-like travel relationships and the shiatsu just wasn’t for me. Now, it’s getting ready to change again. In around two weeks time, the guy I’m with leaves for Nepal and a couple of weeks after that, I’ll be in Thailand – at least, that’s the plan. The question of whether our time together has been worth the inevitable heartache that’ll come when we eventually take different directions has popped into my head more than once. For me, I can honestly say that, yes, it has been. Whatever happens in the future, I know for a fact that at the very least, I’ve made a friend I’ll keep for life.

Have any of you experienced the dizzy feeling of falling in love on your travels? And what was the outcome? Do you think it was worth it, or do you think it’s better to stick by yourself and achieve whatever it was you hoped to achieve when you jumped on an plane to a far flung corner of the world?

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After last season where I hardly took any photos, I’ve been trying to remember to take more this time. There’s definitely something to be said for being in the moment when you’re travelling instead of seeing everything through a camera lens, but I did regret not having more pictures when I got back. So, I thought I’d share a few, particularly our balcony – the black hole of doom. It’s a great space, unless you’ve got plans to actually do something with your day. It’s one of those places where you sit and then forget the world around you.

But I’m not complaining.