Try as I may today, I’m simply having the damnedest time trying to get my writing stuff down pat. Just slow going everywhere–probably due in part to being tired after a somewhat restless sleep due to coughing through the night. And when this happens, trying to get the pretty words to come out pretty–well, it ain’t pretty.
This doesn’t mean I’m just playing around doing nothing. Nope, I’m playing around doing something. Whenever I’m feeling as if I can’t really get a scene out the way I want, I start imagining trips that I’ll never take, but that are likely to be something my kids will go on one day.
I’ve been doing this for a while, but in the last week my mind has been drifting to the future. There is an event in their lives when Annie and Kerry decide to take the summer and go bumming around Europe, which for them means brooming it from city-to-city and staying in some nice hotels, mostly in the two and three star range. This is something that I’ve had in my mind for about four and a half years now, and while I’ve written of it before, I’ve not really mentioned a lot of details. That’s because it’s something I want to write about, you know? And if I talk, then there’s no need to write.
But of late I’ve started wondering, “What about side trips?” I mean, when you have a way of jetting about the country that you have control over, and it doesn’t actually cost you money to operate–unless you consider your needing to eat fuel for the broom–then you can saddle up and get to flying, pard. There was also something I figured out during my original layout of the trip, and that was my Lovey Dovey couple was missing Venice–and there was no way in hell Annie was missing Venice. Nuh, uh. She’d have to Dark Witch some fools if they thought she was gonna miss that city.
So I changed up the time line of that trip, and that’s where I started wondering about side trips. ‘Cause when you have a lot of energy, and you have, let me check, three-and-a-half days to kill there, you may want to take a day and go out elsewhere.
Which is what I started playing with this morning. Here’s what I have:
Believe it or not there are four stopping points on that trip of five hundred and seventy kilometers, which can be covered–even without judicious hot piloting–in about three-and-a-half hours if you fly it non-stop and maintain an air speed of about one hundred mph/one hundred sixty kph. And since the kids can totally open it up on the flat stretches away from the mountains, they only need about three hours of flying.
Now two of the stops are Kerry’s and two are Annie’s, and one of those stops is probably down there in Verona, ’cause, you know, it’s one of those stops a young couple in love should make. I mean, what sort of shenanigans could they get up to? Maybe Annie would like to find a balcony upon which to stand so Kerry can see what soft light breaks through yonder window?
Oh, and while laying this out I kept jamming out to the follow tune: Time is Tight, by Booker T. & The MGs.
All the while I’m laying out the above map I’ve imagining the flying montage from the movie in my mind, watching them cutting down the valleys with the Italian Alps around them, popping through a pass, and at the end having them roaring down Lago di Garda before making the sweeping, high speed turn to the east and aim off towards Verona to get a little food, a little romance, and maybe just off some dude’s who look at them wrong. Never can tell.
When I’m not feeling the words I fall back on the images, ’cause in time they lead to data, and that leads to a plot, and that eventually leads to a story. There’s a story in Venice for my kids, and this side trip is part of that story.
Now that I have it out of the way, it’s a good bet I can get back to the current one this afternoon.
If I don’t get distracted, that is.