If all has gone well I am sitting somewhere in Madrid, give the time difference hopefully in a cafe, sipping on cafe con leche and watching the world go by.
I am going to take this trip back with me, and make it part of what I write, just like I have taken my life so far and put it into the stories I have already published. Maybe I won’t put the actual detail, maybe I won’t set a story in Spain or Portugal (then again, maybe I will) but the feeling of those places, the smells and sounds, those are the pieces that I will carry with me, and that I will try to pass on to my readers.
It’s hard, of course. Prose is a poor approximation, but if I don’t have those pieces of feeling, those bits of experience, then I don’t even know what I could be putting in my work if I did have the talent.