The Write Travel Blog is Open for Business

The Write Travel Blog is open for business! Two years after the inception of My Sardinian Life a new blog is born. It’s my outlet to showcase short stories from around the globe; mine and yours. Join me in celebrating the joy of travel as we write ourselves into history.

Focus

The Write Travel Blog is a short story blog about global travel. It’s a simple blog without all the flashy lights (for this I require one photo and one photo only – so choose wisely); a spot, where you the writer, showcase your talent. Are you interested in guest posting for my new adventure?

Seeking guest posts from travelers of ALL ages.

Requirements:

  • 500-1000 words; any style, any format with the exception of posts like “I did this, we went there.
  • Use your imagination. Be unique.
  • All editing done by ‘you.’
  • Article MUST be about travel.
  • If article is about a specific place – you MUST have traveled there.
  • One photo that you took to support your story.
  • Small bio about yourself.
  • Provide 3 links to support yourself. Example: Your blog link, Twitter or Facebook.
  • No advertising.
  • Only guest posts from independent bloggers and writers will be accepted. If you are writing for a corporate company – go suck a lemon, I’m not interested.
  • You retain all rights to your work.
  • Article must be original and never before published.
  • Once article is published on The Write Travel Blog you have the rights to publish your article on your blog

Email me at: writetravelblog@gmail.com. Subject: Guest Post TWTB.

I have already received many emails from writers, travelers and bloggers who are interested in this project. Thank you, all! I am grateful for your support and excitement on this new venture.

So, what are you waiting for? Come on over, I’ve been waiting for you.

The Write Travel Blog – short stories from around the globe.

The Write Travel Blog is a blog for all ages. Therefore, if you are submitting a guest post I please ask that you do not use foul language or explicit sexual references.

The Write Travel Blog is looking for guest posts on travel

I am starting a new project – it’s called The Write Travel Blog. Why did I decide to start a new blog? The answer is easy – the short stories I have written and published on My Sardinian Life are not getting the traffic nor readership I had hoped for. People come to My Sardinian Life to read about Sardinia – not my adventures in Brazil, Australia or Greece. So, with that in mind I opened a new blog. It will go live later this week.

The Write Travel Blog is a short story blog about global travel. It’s a simple blog without all the flashy lights; a spot, where you the writer, showcase your talent. Are you interested in guest posting for my new adventure?

Want to guest post for The Write Travel Blog?

Requirements:

  • 500-1000 words; any style, any format with the exception of posts like “I did this, we went there.
  • Use your imagination. Be unique.
  • All editing done by ‘you.’
  • Article MUST be about travel.
  • If article is about a specific place – you MUST have traveled there.
  • 1 photo that you took to support your story.
  • Small bio about yourself.
  • Provide 3 links to support yourself. Example: Your blog link, Twitter or Facebook.
  • No advertising.
  • Only guest posts from independent bloggers and writers will be accepted. If you are writing for a corporate company – go suck a lemon, I’m not interested.
  • You retain all rights to your work.
  • Article must be original and never before published.
  • Once article is published on The Write Travel Blog you have the rights to publish your article on your blog

Email me at: writetravelblog@gmail.com. Subject: Guest Post TWTB.

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Notes from 1997 | An Australian Maverick

This is a second installment on my series Notes from 1997. To read the first chapter click here. Enjoy.

“Bondi beach stop,” yelled the handsome bus driver in his smooth Australian accent.  I didn’t want to get off that bus … because the driver was the spitting image of Tom Cruise from the 1986 film Top Gun. With his silver aviator shades and black tussle hair he gave me a slight wink as I gathered my backpack and headed for the exit. Images of being whisked away in fighter jets to exotic locations around the world while Kenny Loggins’ Danger Zone played in the background; I found my young head disrupted and my motor skills failed.

“Ma’am, you okay?” He grabbed me by the elbow and helped me up. “Uh – thanks. Just got in yesterday, I’m a little jet lagged.”

“Welcome to Australia. Is this your stop – Bondi Beach?” Was it my stop? I couldn’t even remember what day it was; he was nice and über cute in a young Tom Cruise-ish way and a sex-bomb – eat your heart out Kelly Mcgillis.

“Yes, yes, this is my stop. Thank you.” Embarrassed I turned to get one last look at his beautiful Australian perfection. His blue bus driver uniform was perfectly pressed, probably thanks to Momma; his arm muscles bulged under his shirt; his chest muscles, pumped from hours at the gym and his name tag read – Maverick.

My eyes did not deceive me. I read it right and I read it twice – Maverick. I tried to look through his aviator shades at his eyes as the sun reflected the twinkle that was already displayed in his smile. He smiled a beautiful smile as I swung my backpack over my shoulder and asked “You’re name is Maverick? You look like …” He didn’t give me a chance to finish “Maverick is my nickname on the bus my real name is Tom Crusher.” He held out his rugged, tanned hand.

“Well, nice to meet you T-T-Tom.” I held out my hand – goshdarnnit he was beautifully beautiful. “If you’d like to get a drink sometime … here’s my card.” I handed him my business/travel card which was complete with email, Canadian address, Mom’s phone number and a huge Canadian Maple Leaf image.

“I feel the need …” His pause was dramatic and the heavy sighs from the bus patrons grew with each passing moment. I pinched myself, this is not a movie – this is for real; he feels the need to … oh god! I’m never leaving Australia or this bus.

“I feel the need for speed. Do you like Harley Davidson’s – you know the motorcycle? If ya do … I’d like to take you on a tour of Sydney, on the back of my hog. How about tomorrow? It’s my day off; we could pack a light picnic and check out the sights on the other side of the harbour.”

“I do feel the need, the need for speed. Tomorrow sounds great! Where shall we meet?” My heart pulsated and my knees grew weak for tomorrow could not come fast enough.

“I’ll pick you up, right here, at this bus stop. I’ll be here at eleven-thirty. I look forward to seeing you. Oh – and wear those jeans.”

Applause erupted from within the bus, romantic hope applause or hurry up and get off the bus applause, it didn’t matter.

“Eleven-thirty, I’ll be here … in these jeans and don’t forget those specks and you can leave your cowboy boots on.”

I walked off the bus to the rush of fresh salt air; beach-goers busied themselves burying umbrella poles in the sand when I heard the sound of the closing bus doors. I raised my hand to wave goodbye. Maverick beeped the buses’ horn, smiled a Cheshire smile, waved and drove away.

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I hope you enjoyed the story. I am open to positive critique, thank you for reading.