The girls and I already wrote the book proposal this summer, but we kind of hit a wall because finding jobs, apartments and ourselves back in New York City took more time and energy than we’d allotted. But I’m holing up tonight to finish the final piece we need before we can shop it around to publishing houses: My sample chapter.
And every time I get stuck, I turn to my idol, Elizabeth Gilbert, whose book Eat Pray Love helped inspire me to go on my own kind of traveling pilgrimage. Her writing is spiritual and smart but still reads real. Maybe in my next lifetime I’ll be able to craft a memoir as beautiful as hers.