I spent the weekend in a small car hurtling along a road that I suppose should be called a highway (it was certainly named so on the map). I will point out that the only thing holding the road together was the roadkill and the only good thing about it being a highway was that you were travelling fast enough that you never really had to look at what you were driving over – eww.
What do you do on long car rides?
I can’t read in the car. I can’t watch movies or play games or do anything that might stop me from becoming mind-numbingly bored because as soon as I do I get dreadfully sick. So when I wasn’t behind the wheel and wishing that I didn’t have to focus on the small lumps smearing the road ahead what was there to do? (Conversation is of course out of the question given the driver doesn’t want to be distracted and the other passengers were trying to sleep.)
Well, I ended up doing what I always do when stuck somewhere with nothing to do. I planned.
Before I left on the trip I had just started a new scene for my current WIP and was unhappy with how it had begun. While I was staring out the window at the brown grass spreading in every direction, I played the scene through in my head. Then I reversed and added a different beginning. That didn’t really work, so I tweaked something else. I continued to play with the scene in my head until I finally played it through and realised it was perfect. All of the issues I’d been having were resolved.
And only six hours to go until I could find a pen to write it all down in a notebook so that when I got home I could try to fix the scene for real.
What do you end up doing on long car rides?
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