Late last night, for no reason that I can fathom, I lost the two last posts from this blog. It was like the blog had rolled back, of its own accord, to a point about two weeks ago! Kinda reminded me of this day when clouds made the base of the oh so solid Obelisco disappear for a while.
I’d published a comment from jamesy and replied to it late afternoon, then I didn’t look at the blog until about midnight. When I did, The Absolutely Bloody Brilliant Barbie Award was back on the home page and Getting Closer and Bloody Hell! had vanished! So too had all the changes I’d made to my Who? page the day before. Aaargh!
So what can I do?
Well, I don’t want to lose those two lovely posts and since I had a backup of them on my laptop, I’m publishing them both together below. Alas I have lost all the wonderful comments you guys left congratulating me on being a Bradt/Independent on Sunday finalist and sharing your own inspiring dreams – that part makes me very sad. Some people back their blogs up every day. As usual it takes something like this for me to realise that I must too.
I was celebrating last night. After around five solid, and I mean solid days of editing the second draft of Happy Tango in Buenos Aires: One Way through the Maze (the title is a changing…) I finally let it fly out of Buenos Aires and into the hands of two wonderful people in the UK who are going to give me some feedback before what I hope will be the final draft. Writing a first draft of a book is hard work. Crafting it into a second draft and editing it into a respectable second draft is enough to make you forget that it was a longed for dream in the first place and not unwanted school homework. I was shattered by midnight y media yesterday, and to find my posts of hope and celebration had disappeared from my beloved Sallycat’s Adventures was a bit alarming. Oh well. I refuse to be battered by the unexplained. So I’m bouncing back this morning, and re publishing the lot. Then I’m backing up my entire blog.
Actually I’ve just thought, there is one way I might be able to recover your lovely comments (though not my replies) and if I can I’ll try and publish them in one big comment myself. There is, as I said recently, no way to silence Me and Barbie these days!
Have a great day guys. Keep bouncing back yourselves! And if any of you can explain the unexplained… I’m all ears. Meanwhile to ensure the story of my dreams is complete, here’s a bit of Deja Vu.
Bloody Hell!
For once in my life, I don’t have the words guys. I am silenced by pure unadulterated joy! Well, almost (sorry, but Barbie is never silenced these days).
On Sunday I wrote here on the subject of getting closer to realising your dreams. On Monday as I strode between writing my book, to tango in the afternoon, to coming home to the love of my life, I said to myself,
Sallycat, you are there already. You have the life you want!
I believed it. I felt it. No doubt. Never more certain in my 46 years.
Then something wonderful happened.
About a month ago I wrote a short travel essay and entered it into a travel writing competition organised by the wonderfully classy Bradt Travel Guides and The Independent on Sunday (diario muy famoso de Inglaterra). I entered because on the same day two events coincided: I saw a link to the competition on Twitter (brilliant window on the world Twitter) and my dear friend and talented film maker sent me the same link in an email… Now guys, I am telling you, one message from the universe – maybe think about it, two – DO.
There were 48 hours to the deadline and I was deep in writing tango guides. But the theme of the competition Destination Unknown jumped off the screen at me. It basically grabbed me by the heart and yelled, Tell them! Tell them! Tell them!
And I did. When you read my entry you will know exactly what I mean.
Thing is guys, on Monday, I got an email from Hilary Bradt herself, congratulating me on reaching the FINAL – a shortlist of just six!
That news had Me and Barbie literally dancing down Avenida Corrientes with our filmmaker girlfriend shouting to each other, Are you a finalist? Yes I AM! in the maddest behaviour you can possibly imagine, but hey… I’m realising that unbounded joy is electric and turns me into a Duracell bunny the like of which you have never seen.
So, what am I saying? Well for one, when you believe you are getting closer to realising your dreams, you get even closer. Two, read how this piece of travel writing was born and you will see how I am learning that if I want to be a writer, all I have to do is write. And three, I’m a fucking FINALIST!!!
Please read my piece on the Bradt website here. The beautiful photograph of me and the candyfloss was taken at Feria de Mataderos in Buenos Aires by my wonderfully talented photographer friend Anne Li. Do read about the competition and the other entries too here.
What happens on the 14th July, when Matthew Parris selects the winner, ah well, that’s up to the universe. For me it’s head down to get Happy Tango in Buenos Aires: a Guide for First Time Travellers (Yep that’s the title folks) in the bag, as pronto as posible.
What are you doing to realise your dreams today?
Getting Closer
If you stand on the corner of Plaza de Mayo – in the middle of the road while the lights are holding the traffic behind you – and look towards Diagonal Norte, it will be as if you stand just outside this photograph, and the oh so perfect peak of the Buenos Aires Obelisco, will be in your sights. If you start walking towards it with a clear intention to eventually touch it, you will reach it.
You will reach it. It won’t matter which side of the road you choose, it won’t matter if you rush or dawdle, it won’t matter if you stop to look at the fascinating buildings en route. As long as you keep moving in the general direction of the Obelisk, it will always be within your reach. Even if you take a detour down Florida and lose sight of it altogether for a while, when you decide to aim for it again, it will still be there. If you want it to be. It will be there for you.
In October 2008 I stood far, far off from one of my dreams: my first book.
I wrote about it here. And in that article, I wrote this:
“I am working on writing a small but ‘essential guide for the tango traveller’ to Buenos Aires, the Sallycat way. After all, who better to do it than me, who came here as a beginner in tango with no knowledge of Buenos Aires, but who survived? Who better to do it than me, who meets and emails with hundreds of tango travellers all over the world who ask me all sorts of questions that I find myself answering over and over again? Who better to do it than me, who has an open mind about all things tango, and will be able to draw on the experience of many friends whose preferences are slightly different to mine? How better to do it than in the Sallycat voice: simple, honest, open?
I am well aware that every tango traveller will craft their own journey here in Buenos Aires, will discover their own tango joy, will have their own adventure, as I did. But oh how I would have loved a little guide I could hold in my hand: to give me some tips before I left home, to be read on the plane, to offer some idea of what to expect, to inspire and motivate, to be agreed with, to be disagreed with, to grant me the feeling that I was not alone. Oh how I would have loved that.
And I hope that you will love it too.”
After I wrote about the dream in this rather Barbie-bold way, I started working or should I say, walking towards it. Some days I felt that I strode giant steps in the right direction (I wrote sections of the book and felt enthusiastic about what I wrote), and some days I faced many obstacles (the how, the what, the VOD), and at one point a few months ago those challenges seemed so insurmountable that I turned my back on the dream altogether (shredded any printed pages of it, told myself it was a waste of time, and tried writing something else instead).
But the dream was as solid as the Obelisco and it wouldn’t go away.
Even as I worked on writing ‘the something else’, I would wake with new ideas for making the original dream real and concrete in my life. Barbie was very persistent. Just keep walking Sallycat, she said, Try this path, try that path, don’t think about the whole journey if it’s too scary, don’t think about the end of the journey if it seems too far away, just think about this bit… yes, that’s it, just write this bit Sallycat, and the bits will add up.
One day I realised, she had been right. The bits did add up, to almost 50,000 beautiful and useful Sallycat words. And by then I’d realised something else too: the manuscript now had an energy of its own; it was finding its own ways to become a book; it was attracting answers and wonderful people who could help me; it wanted to be written; it wanted to live; it wanted to be out of me and in your hands.
It is almost a certainty now, that the book will be. Oh look at me! I still write almost, because a tiny piece of me, called VOD, is scared I’ll fail my dream at the final hurdle.
Do I dare to leave the almost out? Oh hell… yes I damn well do!
My first baby (I don’t have any children) will be available as a real book as well as in ebook form. It might even be born by the end of July (ish).
Step by step my dream is getting closer. All I have to do is keep walking. If I do, then I believe that one day soon I will hold my dream in my hand, and that so perhaps will you.
Do you have a dream?
Are you walking towards it? In it? With it?
How is the journey?
I’d love to know. I’d love to know I am not alone.
And I know I’ve posted this before, but I post it again because it keeps me going every day, in pursuit of every single one of my dreams.
There is one great truth on this planet: whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it’s because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It’s your mission on earth.
Source: The Alchemist
Paulo Coelho, who also says this and offers us this.
Tags: Bradt Travel Guides, Independent on Sunday, travel writing competition
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Good to have you back! The disappearance of time and progress was most unnerving, I have to say.
And I’ll take this opportunity to say ‘HURRAH FOR MY TALENTED BIG SISTER!’
Go, girl!Jo x
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Hi Sally,
First time commenting here, but I wanted to say that I’ve enjoyed following the blog. I’ve been studying tango for about 5 months now here in NYC and it’s been great reading about your adventures. Looking forward to checking out your book when it’s finished. (I’m working on a book here as well so I can relate to what you’re going to with regards to first, 2nd, 3rd drafts etc.! Keep at it! : ) My girlfriend and I hope to make a trip to Argentina at some point so I’m sure the ‘Sallycat Tango Travel Guide’ will come in handy!
best,
thomas
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Hi Sally,
I hope that I can be of some small help here to get your comments back.
Google has a “cache” of your Getting Closer post that includes 21 comments. If you go here as soon as you read this, you should find them:
Just in case the cache has disappeared by the time you read this (though I doubt it), I have copied and pasted the comments for you and saved them in word, so let me know if you need me to send that on.
Google also have a cache of your first Bloody Hell post, however unfortunately it is not showing any comments. How many were there? Perhaps an update will show the comments in a day or two, although this is unlikely. If you want to keep checking, here is the link for that post’s cache:
Hope that this is of some help to you. Glad to hear that the writing is going well!
Take care,
Alan
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Oh, slightly better, bing.com has a cache of Getting Closer with 26 comments:
http://cc.bingj.com/cache.aspx?q=&d=112357956718&mkt=en-US&setlang=en-US&w=560c0318,3f0c6a64
Still no luck on a Bloody Hell cache with posts anywhere though. I’ll let you know if I find one in the next few days.
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Hi Sal
Hope I’m back. Off to work I’ll check in later. Have a happy Thursday:-) -
yaaaaaaaahooooooo
abrazo
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Bummer, my comment got deleted. Anyhow, just wanted to say congrats on becoming a finalist — I loved your story. Brought back memories of going Salsa dancing in Seattle — I can’t dance worth a damn but went with a very talented friend and just observing her interactions was like witnessing people speaking in some secret language I couldn’t understand. Wish I could have been a part, but was awesome to watch.
Anyhow, congrats again!
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