I've loved Elizabeth Gilbert ever since I read her article Coyote Ugly in GQ. A wide-eyed Gilbert went to the interview in a cardigan and was told that she was wearing too many clothes. She eventually learned how to outdrink her regulars (keep a mug of Coke handy, whenever you take a swig, spit it out into the mug).
But I couldn't read Eat, Pray, Love. I couldn't even finish the first first page.
From Pilgrims, I learned that sunflowers always face east in the morning and west at dusk. Gilberts said in an interview that instead of getting an MFA, she crisscrossed the country and wrote.
What I plan to do is get and MFA and then wander.
"Like Eat, Pray, Love," my sister said. No, I'm not running away from a devastating divorce. But I am looking for something.