I used to have it wrong. I was all about the destination, not the journey. Zero patience for waiting to get wherever it was I was going.
However this writing caper is such a long, twisty and interesting journey it's taught me to get better acquainted with enjoying the journey, rather than rushing to get to the destination. Do I have it down pat, yet? Er, no. I'm still human and still a bit new to the, 'all will be revealed in the fullness of time' thing.
But I have managed to thoroughly enjoy the two long train journeys I've been on this week. Time was, eons ago, when I simply had no tricks at my disposal to help me enjoy them. Time was, when I would go a long way to avoid going a long way! Which was all a bit, well, limiting.
Now that I write, and letting my imagination wander all over the show is rather a pre-requisite, long train journeys are bliss. Let's face it - life moves along at quite the pace and oftentimes it's hard to fit in even a nanosecond for working out that plot detail that's been jumping up and down in the background shouting that the villain can't be who you want it to be, on account of you needing him to be SOMEWHERE ELSE at the time of the crime.
So there's something about sitting back, staring at the countryside rushing past, that really helps put your plot in order! Plus, I overheard (shamelessly listened in to) the most amazing phone conversation. Honestly, it never fails to amaze me what some people will discuss over the phone. Got me to thinking of my poor heroine and the fix I'd got her into...and how I could possibly get her out of it... But, perhaps, in the spirit of fact sometimes being stranger than fiction, maybe it wouldn't ring true. Unless, of course, you were the woman on the train telling her BFF what you'd got up to at the weekend. Then you'd totally be, like: OMG! This person has my life!
However this writing caper is such a long, twisty and interesting journey it's taught me to get better acquainted with enjoying the journey, rather than rushing to get to the destination. Do I have it down pat, yet? Er, no. I'm still human and still a bit new to the, 'all will be revealed in the fullness of time' thing.
But I have managed to thoroughly enjoy the two long train journeys I've been on this week. Time was, eons ago, when I simply had no tricks at my disposal to help me enjoy them. Time was, when I would go a long way to avoid going a long way! Which was all a bit, well, limiting.
Now that I write, and letting my imagination wander all over the show is rather a pre-requisite, long train journeys are bliss. Let's face it - life moves along at quite the pace and oftentimes it's hard to fit in even a nanosecond for working out that plot detail that's been jumping up and down in the background shouting that the villain can't be who you want it to be, on account of you needing him to be SOMEWHERE ELSE at the time of the crime.
So there's something about sitting back, staring at the countryside rushing past, that really helps put your plot in order! Plus, I overheard (shamelessly listened in to) the most amazing phone conversation. Honestly, it never fails to amaze me what some people will discuss over the phone. Got me to thinking of my poor heroine and the fix I'd got her into...and how I could possibly get her out of it... But, perhaps, in the spirit of fact sometimes being stranger than fiction, maybe it wouldn't ring true. Unless, of course, you were the woman on the train telling her BFF what you'd got up to at the weekend. Then you'd totally be, like: OMG! This person has my life!
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