Please enjoy this encore post on one author’s fundamental need to travel, originally published March 2016.
In this ongoing series, we ask SF/F authors to describe a specialty in their lives that has nothing (or very little) to do with writing. Join us as we discover what draws authors to their various hobbies, how they fit into their daily lives, and how and they inform the author’s literary identity!
There is a secret hidden in my writing, admittedly in plain view. I will call it a hobby, so that I don’t sound too obsessed. You see, there are things I like to do and there are things I have to do, things that keep my blood pumping. The only explanation I can come up with is that I must have been born with an excess of iron. My earliest memories involve planes landing and new landscapes flowing past car windows. My parents had wanderlust, but what I have is something more fundamental. My blood, infused with some abundance of magnetized iron, spins like a compass to point to the next destination and I have no choice but to follow. I have to travel.