As counter-intuitive as it may seem, adventure rarely ever just happens. Sure, if you’re a boy wizard living beneath an aunt and uncle’s stairwell, it might fly in on owl’s wings. But the rest of us flesh and blood protagonists have to go out and hunt adventure down.

In order to find an adventure, you’ve got to know what to look for, and it masquerades in different disguises depending on who’s trying to track it. To the legendary aviators Beryl Markham and Amelia Earhart, it looked like the glint of sunlight on a plane’s wing. The intrepid Zora Neale Hurston found it in a daring expedition to Haiti to study voodoo lore and practices. For Simone de Beauvoir, it was the heady thrill of exploring new ways of thinking about the world. For me, adventure looked like an old sailboat and the open seas. It looked like writing a novel and sharing it with you.

What about you? What does your adventure look like?

Me, on the adventure I wrote for myself