I am a hermit, so I realize it is a bit ironic that I write about, and ponder, journeys quite a bit. I am fascinated by roads, bridges, wormholes, and obviously by movement—all while trying to stay off the road and inside my house.
Yeah, that is probably ironic.
And possibly a little crazy.
I will point out, in my own defense, that my characters love to travel SO much that some of them visit other galaxies and make trips through time—though they try to only go to places with decent plumbing.
As enticing as this photo makes journeying look, you don’t have to take a journey to take a journey. All travels don’t need a road. And I’m not talking just about the imagination, though mostly that is where my travels occur. Inside my head.
I like it that way.
I never have to worry about the plumbing.
But I digress.
Okay, so life is a journey. Even if you don’t feel like you’re moving, you are moving, or at least ticking off the minutes, the hours, the days and eventually they add up to years. And years. Sometimes you tick off so many years, you’re like, what the heck happened? I remember moving through time, but I don’t remember this much time flowing past. So yeah, what the heck?
So, do you find yourself journeying through life or whatever and are surprised to find you’re moving faster than you thought you were? Or that you were so busy living that you didn’t notice how fast life is happening? Do you take real journeys and revel in them? Is good plumbing a key point in your reveling? Cuz it is in mine.
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P.S. It’s hard to pick, but I think the worst journey I ever sent a character on was in Out of Time. The plumbing wasn’t bad, but the shoes. Oh, and that war…