Nick Miller

Hi, I'm Nick Miller. I like to write things.

My debut novel, Isn't It Pretty To Think So?, is now available in paperback and e-book.

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Perhaps you know of my fondness for Moleskine notebooks. I have, in my possession now, a brand new red Moleskine designed for writing. I want to give it away to one of you who also loves to write.

I have handwritten my Travel piece on page one, which may have never been born if I didn’t have a Moleskine with me while traveling through Europe. I encourage you to write down your thoughts in this notebook. You never know where it may lead you.

Heart or reblog this post, and I will pick one name from the list at random. I will then mail the Moleskine to the winner.

Happy Holidays.

Update: Congratulations to Desiree for being my red Moleskine winner. She was chosen at random. Thank you all for being a part of all this. There is nothing more inspiring than creative people.

Posted at 7:11pm and tagged with: moleskine, writing, travel, europe, notebooks,.

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.” It’s nostalgia for studying abroad that one semester. Travel is realizing that “age thirty” should be shed of its goddamn stigma.  

Posted at 9:54pm and tagged with: Thoughts, Travel, isn't it pretty to think so?,.