I have to ask: does it have to be in this world? Today?
Let me go back a bit. I write middle grade, I write YA. I write fantasy and sci fi and YA romance. I write some historical stuff. What I DON’T write is about stuff that I could actually do. I don’t particularly care to read that either. I never read Eat Pray Love and I never watched “Sex and the City”. I can wander around South East Asia having epiphanies any time I want and if I really wanted to go to New York, buy expensive shoes by day and shag worthless alpha-men by night, I could probably do that too.
I write and read about young people because I can never be young again. I read and write about aliens and wizards because I haven’t been able to find any, no matter how hard I look. I read and write about Regency times, Victorian times, Elizabethan, Roman, the 1970’s, the 1960’s, WWI, prehistory and the far future because I can never go there .
I write and read about first love and losing virginity because those ships have sailed. I write about high school because that’s a frightening fantastical dystopia too, from a past so far away it seems ancient.
So I guess all this is a long winded way of saying that if I could wander anywhere in the world it would be sideways, through time, or off it completely, to another planet or universe. Not that I don’t like our world, but if we’re fulfilling wishes here, why not wish for something that I can’t get on my own steam?
Still I have to say, right now, I could do with a bit of a wander through the Grande Bazaar in Istanbul. No particular reason, I just feel like it would be a nice place to spend the afternoon, looking a jewelry and knock-off handbags, drinking tea and eating baklava. Sigh.