Yes, I am going to write more on Vespa Vagabond.  My ride across the continent was too spectacular and too special to simply leave that blog and that story half-told.  I just don’t know when I am going to do it.  (As for a sequel to The Daily Coyote, perhaps, down the road.)

Writing memoir, at least for me, demands that I go back completely to the time and relive it – every detail, every smell, every feeling – I have to see it and feel it in order to write it. I become fully immersed to the point of probably seeming crazy and the past is more real than the present. I don’t know how other writers work, but this is the only way I know how.

While writing The Daily Coyote, I split my time between working with Charlie, and going into the past and writing. I did nothing else. I did not cook, I did not see my friends, I rarely showered. I lived and breathed my first year with Charlie in order to write the book, breaking only to spend time with Charlie.

And while I loved living that way for the time that I did – it was surreal and dreamlike and so utterly romantic – I am not ready to go back into that space quite yet. I want to live in the present. I want to do things, notice what’s around me, create with my hands, have adventures with my animals and the people I love.

And with the way I work, I can’t do all those things and write about the past (Vespa Vagabond) at the same time. I have no idea if I’m explaining myself very well, but the point is, I love Vespa Vagabond. I will return to it. Sorry I can’t give you a timeframe.