Journeys make me think. Or dream. Or in just gazing out of the window at passing scenery, my brain goes into another place to imagine a new story. I know I’m not the only one to whom travel has this effect. J K Rowling famously planned Harry Potter from start to finish on the way down to London by train. Her use of railways paper napkins for notes is a salutary reminder to any budding author to have a notebook or an iPad for notes at all times!
Journeys by road, train or air?
Does it matter, which form of transport?
My preference is for train. You get a much better view of the landscape than by plane, and that seems to inspire me more. I love getting snatches of some situation as you go past – people in the fields, a boy looking at his bike chain at a level crossing… you know the thing. Landscapes do something to my brain, too. Expand it, or something like that.
On holidays where you get lots of bus time in, that can be excellent, especially with different scenery from usual which is, nonetheless, somewhat the same for hours, like on my trip to Iceland. All sorts of things strike me during these sessions, some of which can be formed into questions to ask the guide, other which are best kept to myself. The drawback of buses is that I am unable to write on a bus, or any car mode. Travel sickness will inevitably strike. I have to jot down any deep thoughts that I need to follow up as soon as I stop.
The same applies to planes; writing is not advised. I can read on planes, but I’ve never needed to write anything. Maybe it’s the lack of view, save for endless layers of clouds and blue. I love looking out at them. Although I did manage to scribble ‘flash re sunglasses that make her irresistible when on‘ on the back of my boarding card recently.
I do a lot of thinking when driving, too. It usually sorts out problems I’m having, whether with life or books, but I rarely remember what happened by the time I stop. It seems to be sufficiently inside me to come out again, although never in such good phrasing!
Favourite Journeys for Inspiration
Anything with mountains. They don’t have to be close, just visible. I don’t remember getting any bright ideas on my way across Saskatchewan, but as soon as I saw mountains in Alberta…. Long, flat, ‘uninteresting’ scenery can be very useful, though – since it gets me back into my ‘Carruthers’, a sort of Victorian/Edwardian explorer mode. I like putting him in horrible places.
I usually put my characters through journeys. I think it’s good for the reader to join them in their troubles!
Here are Dylan and Dougall with Kevin, in the latest Princelings book, traversing Rannoch Moor. In the rain, of course!
Kevin wondered how Dylan could be so cheerful when he was cold, wet, tired, and presumably hungry. They’d finished their lunch, but Kevin could have eaten twice that again.
“Shall we move on again before we get cold?” Dylan asked.
Everyone got up, and Dougall and Kevin got behind Dylan again.
An hour later the sleet gave up, although the wind still swept over them. They paused to look around. The moor spread black, purple, cream, and fawn around them in all directions. Dylan got his compass out.
“That way is south, and it seems to go on until it reaches that high ridge. The way east looks like it starts to dip down, but I think those are high hills beyond. What do you think, Kevin?”
“I see a ridge of mountains with white tops. They’re a long way off, though.”
“We’ve been going a little north of east, and to me it looks like the edge of the moor is not far in that direction. Do we want to get off the moor or head more southeast?”
“Off the moor,” said Kevin.
“Head southeast,” said Dougall at the same time.
Dylan sighed. “I was afraid of that. I suppose it’s my decision, then.” He paused for a moment, judging the light, the weather and the lack of easy routes. “I think we should get off the moor, so we can find some shelter for the night. We don’t want to spend another night up here in this cold. Are you ready? Come on then.”
They plodded on for another hour, taking heart that the clouds were lifting, or maybe it was that they were finally going downhill. The water seemed to trickle rather than ooze between the tussocks now, and they hoped it would soon become a stream, cutting its way downhill. The wind diminished to a light breeze. Kevin poked his nose out from behind Dougall and sped up to walk beside Dylan. He wanted to lead for a while.
“Aiee!”Kevin lost his footing and felt himself sinking rapidly into the cold, fibrous, gloopy mud. He thrashed around to find a tussock, or a root, or something he could grab hold of, but his cold hands refused to grip on anything, just sliding over little roots and strands of marsh plant. He could feel hands on his back, but his ears were already under the surface. Something was sucking him down, like the great monster of the moor he’d heard about in stories. He looked up into a shaggy face and tried to scream, but water came into his mouth. It was gritty and acrid and tasted of dead things. Hands pulled his shoulder and the other side of his coat. He flopped out onto a tussock, coughing and spitting the foul liquid from his mouth, and shaking bog from his ears.
“Crikey, that was close. Another few seconds and I reckon we’d have lost you.” Dylan moved to Kevin’s side and rubbed him all over, trying to warm him up. Dougall did the same on the other side.
The Princelings of the North, Ch 7 © J M Pett 2018
What about you? Do you find journeying helps?
6 thoughts on “J is for Journeys #AtoZChallenge2018”
Writing on car journeys can be difficult if it distracts when you’re at traffic lights and things. The police seem to take a dim view of drivers being distracted at that point in the middle of town.
I’d say train journeys are best so you can be occupied during the inevitable delays. The next train on Platform one is the 6,15 to Watford which should have been here an hour ago.
xxx Mammoth Hugs Jemima xxx
lol!! Yes, it’s one of my big frustrations at getting great story lines when I’m driving down a motorway.
One of the guys at work (in the 80s) used to dictate all his paperwork onto cassette while driving (he went all over the UK) – that would be hugely frowned on these days. I tried it only once, in those heady days when I had a secretary and an assistant! My secretary and I agreed it was an experiment best not repeated.
Being over in America, I haven’t gotten to ride on trains much. =(
~Patricia Lynne aka Patricia Josephine~
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Ha ha, I think you have nailed the description of a Scottish walk! That could represent many I’ve been on. The picture with the reflected clouds is amazing.
Like Patricia, I don’t ride a lot of trains (we do have them over here, and my mother prefers the train over the plane, even when it takes 24 hours on the train vs. 3 on the plane). But as for thinking…yes. I do a lot of thinking when riding in the car, even some when driving, but can’t read or write unless on the freeway, straight and smooth. Airplanes are okay, though, except for turbulence, and I can often do a lot there because there’s nothing else to do and nowhere to go (I can only look at clouds for so long, though on a clear day crossing from SF to Denver I can stare down at the landscape all the way).
I do tons of thinking while riding my bike, and am frustrated that often the ideas are completely gone when I’m done (on longer rides, all thought processes pretty much vanish by the end). I have occasionally stopped and made a note on my phone, now that I carry one.
I can’t dictate at all. Nothing comes out right when I say it instead of writing it.
Glad they got Kevin out and are warming him up. it will take a while.
I love that place.
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