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I’m jealous. And I shouldn’t be, but I am.
 
See, my (un-published) novel gets to go all these fun places that I don’t. And I hate it. Why should she get to travel the world while I’m stuck at home. In the oft-repeated words of my 5-yr old, “It’s not fair.”
 
The Proper Way to Say Goodbye just got the opportunity to fly to England.
 
And she’s been to New Zealand.
 
And Indiana.
 
And Maine.
 
And New York City.
 
And Alaska. (It was summer then, if it’d been winter, I might not’ve been so jealous.)
 
And where have I been?
 
Not any of those places. And that sucks. (The only place my ms has been that I have visited is Chicago.)
 
One day I hope she’ll travel to every state in the US and all around the globe. Maybe even learn some languages other than English. Wouldn’t that cool?
 
 
So how about you. Where has your novel gone?