I ran down the road, pants down to my knees, screaming, 'Please, come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me,' and I'm writing a novel, because it's never been done before... ...a line from Father John Misty's song "I'm Writing a Novel" I don’t get philosophical about New Year's until…
Sometimes I think, this is what it must be like out there. In the Midwest. The Great Plains or the Badlands or something. I don't know. I've never been to the Midwest. But the Meseta, this flat, seemingly infinite plateau hogging Northern Spain, seems as close as I'll get to it. Here are flies. Here's…
Today was the first day on the Meseta. I walked alone all day. I walked 31.5 kilometers which is about 19 miles. I began the day thinking deep thoughts: how can I make money? Will I always be single? What’s wrong with me? What’s right with me? Am I making the most of this time?…
So today is August first (or it was), and the idea is that on September first I'm going to start walking across Spain till I see the bones of an Apostle and the end of the earth. It's a journey much has already been said about, and my own words on it came when recently…
Chelsea the Writer 