Thanks for the birthday love today and the Tumblr love over the past couple of years, you guys. Love you all.
This video was taken when I’d just started writing my first book. Working on second book now. Going through it all over again.
Deadline: June 29th
Reply to this post or the original post with your answer in one sentence. Joe and I will go through them, find our two favorite replies, and send the two winners a signed copy of his album and a signed copy of my novel, Isn’t It Pretty To Think So?
Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.
Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty to Think So? (via ethereally)
This is certainly the most popular passage in Isn’t It Pretty to Think So? (at least according to online sharing). Long before I started writing that book—while staying in a small hotel in Munich, Germany—I scribbled these words into a Moleskine notebook about my experience abroad. I guess I’m glad I found a way to include them in the book later on.
"The novel is a thoughtful meditation on what love and loss is, and how the two wind around each other so tightly. Miller deftly avoids clichés by creating strong bonds between characters, which rise above the anthem of the age-old tale of the struggling writer.
The novel is highly relatable and powerfully emotional, and it begs for a second read-through.”