Dear wanderer,

Perhaps you grew up dreaming of receiving your Hogwarts letter, or stumbling upon Narnia. Perhaps you long to visit Pemberley, to Defy Gravity, or to go to the ball. I will write you that letter, and build you that wardrobe. [A metaphorical wardrobe, that is.] Here you will find step-by-step lesson plans with takeaway homework assignments that show you how to embody fictional heroines in the everyday. This means chasing your dreams and making the impossible happen with your own inner magic.

For the full experience, you can Own Your Story, or join me for a literary tea party.

You have the potential. Heroine Training provides the tools.

Welcome to our headquarters, where dreams meet reality, where fiction is cherished, where magic is real.

Sincerely, your guide on this journey,

P.S. Read more about Heroine Training

walking in paris

^ la tour eiffel

paris is picturesque. from postcards, movies, and google image search, i came to this conclusion long ago. what is amazing is how it is even better in person. so much better. everything is so incorporated, so thoughtfully laid out, so that the structural icons align at distances, giving a sense of inclusion. it is perhaps impossible to take a bad picture of the eiffel tower. there are too many interesting and separate ways to capture it. i have been in paris for three days now, and have spent most of my time walking. admiring the city from different angles. i plan to go into the many museums (bonjour mona lisa) but so far i have been reluctant to go indoors; the outdoors is too beautiful to wish for escape. 

dining in paris episode one: le marché des enfants rouges

^ at le marché des enfants rouges: the very entertaining and friendly head chef posing with the superb galette he made me.

i refuse to waste a meal in paris (or anywhere really. but especially paris. i mean, it’s paris.). i resolve to make each dining decision with precision, selecting a place because of recommendation or for promising atmosphere. yesterday, after some tiresome window shopping, becoming grumpy about expensive fabulosity, i suddenly realized that i was starving. i was also stuck in a very expensive area and was not prepared to pay for status over style or scrumptiousness. luckily i stumbled upon le marché des enfants rouges: a tucked away gastronomical haven just off the main streets. i waited in a very long queue (so worth it), but was constantly amused by the above character, who cooked with such ease and flair. his shirt says ‘enjoy yourself / it’s later than you think!’ 

paris and inspiration overload

^ my new love, shakespeare & company: even more staggering in person, here sits a nook that houses a typewriter (available for public use) surrounded by notes and poems and pictures from visitors, daintily illuminated by fairy lights (unfortunately not pictured)

while in every other city i have visited i have actively carved my way, driving myself to discover and dig deeper, in paris my mission is effortless. the fear of missing the interesting disappears – here there is little pressure to find gems because they are everywhere. the city is an invitation to explore new ideas and conversations: it urges you to contribute. in paris being an artist is irresistible