The past few months, I've been working on an essay about road trips, about the very American need to drive coupled with the very American belief in the ability to change oneself*. Around the same time, I applied for a grant that would give me copious amounts of money to do whatever I want with, so long as it pertains to my writing.
And I started thinking. I started thinking about taking a roadtrip with the Things. An 8 or 9 week roadtrip, across the country and back, and then I would write a book about it, about the experience. I've started initial plans, and I will likely have a seperate blog/website for it up within the next month. Currently, I'd like to start planning now and be able to do the trip next summer.
So, fan base, what do you think? Give me your ideas, thoughts, comments. Also, if you were making such an adventure, where would you stop?
*tm
*Super Hip Single Mother, I did that just for you.
Well, obviously, you have to come to Missoula, even though I won't be there. As for your previous post, I really need to see the whole story in order to be able to comment. Why don't you send it to me and I'll send you some poems and we'll do some honest commenting?
Posted by: Friend One | August 23, 2006 at 08:52 AM
I think that a book about a single mother taking a road trip with her three young children sounds like something I would never read, even should I live to be a hundred.
Posted by: Friend Omega | August 23, 2006 at 09:49 AM
oh... but note that that doesn't mean that you shouldn't write it and that it might not, in fact, be very delightful.
i've lived everywhere, so let me tell you where you need to go.
um.
north conway, new hampshire. fuck yeah!
Posted by: Friend Omega | August 23, 2006 at 10:19 AM
you are a jackass of the highest order.
Posted by: Terrible Mother | August 23, 2006 at 01:41 PM
um...so...the Omega Jackass?
Posted by: Friend R | August 23, 2006 at 06:26 PM
Hmm, well first I'd come to my end of the country and let the Things run with my pack for a weekend and use some of that copious grant money to buy me half a glass of wine and get me drunk enough to talk about penises. From there...eh, what more do you need out of life, really?
Posted by: Liza | August 23, 2006 at 09:09 PM
Half a glass of wine will get you drunk? I am so in.
Posted by: Terrible Mother | August 23, 2006 at 10:08 PM
Heh, I would NEVER have chosen this moniker, but if the shoe fits, ONE MUST PUT IT ON ONESELF. Wait just one minute.
Roadtrips with children can be murder, unless you have a specific destination. I'm intrigued by the thought of someone slinging gobs of money your way...and crossin' my fingers that they do.
Posted by: Super Hip Single Mother | August 24, 2006 at 03:58 PM
Hey SHSM, I can totally change your moniker. If you beg really nice-like, that is.
Why are all of you so "down" on my excessive road trip plan? Pfft!
Posted by: Terrible Mother | August 24, 2006 at 04:16 PM
Southeast Tulsa, OK (it's about survival)
Winnemucka, NV (you can get the whole family t-shirts that read, "I lost it all at the Caddilac Ranch!")
Telluride, CO (come for the mushroom festival, stay because you can't find your car)
Sandusky, IA (discover your inner roller coaster freak)
Bar Harbor, ME (I couldn't begin to explain it- it's something you'll understand when you get there)
Buffalo, NY (think of it as the anti-Eugene)
Salem, MA (stoke the ire of your junior feminists)
Outer Banks, NC (lighthouse tour!)
Posted by: badfreak | August 24, 2006 at 09:12 PM