Travel Writing

I wonder how many plays are dreamed up on trains. I feel like it might
be a few. Travel forces you into an extended period of doing nothing.
Your brain can’t use the normal thought-dodges; tea making, fake
cleaning, or (in my case) miniscule, unnecessary puppet repairs.

I’m pondering this on the train to Edinburgh right now. I have a good
five hours ahead of me and having finally cleared out my emails, I am
left with a view of a raincloud to entertain me.

As in reality I am currently nowhere, my imagination wants to put me
somewhere. On this occasion, in a small circus tent, in a
storm….with witches.

Oh I like it, it’s very dramatic. As soon as I’ve finished this blog I
will start work on it. The fact that I’m creating it on a train gives
it a romantic back-story. I’m basically the theatrical equivalent of
Jules Verne or Rudyard Kipling or that woman- you know, the one who wrote stuff on trains.

The only perceivable difference is that Verne and Kipling got seats on
their travels. The romance of my situation is slightly dampened by the
fact that I’m sitting on a sticky floor between a bin and a toilet.

Ah well, I’ll just move out of the way for this lady’s banana skin and
then it’s on with the writing…just a minute…half a stinking sandwich too. So these witches meet in the rain, they each bring a banana peel and a sandwich…