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Feeling No Guilt
Terry Odell

As I mentioned in my last post, I was headed out for a Mississippi River cruise vacation, with some extra time in New Orleans. We arrived on schedule, checked into the hotel (and because I always try to stay at the same chain, I’d accrued enough points to be a Diamond Medallion member) and they upgraded us to a suite. With TWO bathrooms! Also free breakfasts and a couple of comped drinks at the bar. And a bottle of wine in the room. And fruit.

But I digress. That’s really not what this post is about. I got home Monday afternoon, a day later than scheduled due to severe weather grounding flights for many hours. We were gone for almost two weeks. I’d brought my Surface to keep up with email and anything else that might need my attention. I figured I’d check things once a day. I also have an iPhone, but I have never gotten comfortable doing anything requiring I go to websites on that tiny screen. I used it primarily as my backup camera. I also have an iPad mini tablet, which is usually my go-to ereader, and not much else.

I printed out my current wip to read for continuity. This one’s got more threads than all my needlework projects, and I wanted to search for dropped threads and make sure my timeline was accurate. Yes, yes, I know I should have been doing this all along, but best laid plans—

Truth be told, I opened my Surface two times on the entire trip—the first being after I discovered that I had a wonky section in my printout and needed to go to the original file for those messed up/missing chapters. The second time was on the boat when we had time before our shore excursion and I did a quick run through my usual sites to make sure I hadn’t missed anything critical. I also read through a couple more chapters of the printout.

However, I made the decision that I was on vacation and being cut off from cyberspace wasn’t going to alter my life. I had already decided that trying to keep my head in the wip would be a lost cause, so I felt no guilt about not making any forward progress. Not to mention, the keyboard on the Surace screws with my muscle memory, and typos abound.

In fact, I finished my read-through on our last day while waiting for it to be time to go to the airport. And that’s the only work-related activity I did on the trip.

I’m subscribed to a number of Substacks and mailing lists. I confess I hit “delete” on just about all of them, since I was getting them via my phone, and I didn’t think the world would be any different if I didn’t read, like, or comment. I don’t know if anyone noticed, but I was absent from my usual commenting on TKZ posts.

I normally post a ‘word of the day’ game on my Facebook page. I didn’t for the duration of the trip. Other than occasional pictures posted to my Facebook accounts, I did nothing with social media. Put my blog on hiatus, too.

The cruise was fantastic, and I suppose if I were on a deadline, I might have squeezed in writing time. I know many authors who find/make the time to work while away. On this trip, I didn’t. And I felt absolutely no guilt. Sometimes time away from the work—literally away can help recharge batteries, provide new insights and if the absence is long enough, make one antsy to get back to the writing.

So, here I am, back on my mountain, dealing with all the myriad tasks that have accumulated. And there are no hotel or boat crew people to take care of them. No more simply walking into the dining room and telling someone what you want to eat. No more walking into the bedroom and finding the bed made, clean towels, and special treats on the table.

If anyone’s interested, I HIGHLY recommend the American Cruise Line for a riverboat trip. The crew bent over backward to make sure we were happy. So much so, that we’ve already booked another trip on the Columbia and Snake Rivers for next year. I’ll be recapping my adventures both on my blog and my substack. Both are free.

And yes, I took pictures, which will have to be sorted and processed. Here are just a few, taken at the zoo (because I’m an animal person) and on our swamp tour (because I’m an animal person).

Oh, yeah. I have a manuscript to get back to as well.

Your turn. How do you deal with going away? Comments are open.

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“Salome” Bergen, Norway.

I’m back, and after a prolonged bout of de-jet-lagging, almost functioning again. Before I left, I made the conscious decision that this trip was a vacation. I had no plans to set a book where we traveled. Since I’m an indie author and I haven’t established a due date for the current WIP with my editor, I was free to leave the writing behind.

A week after arriving home, I still hadn’t opened the WIP. My critique partners had sent their feedback on everything I’d written. Their messages sat, unopened, in an email folder. Still no guilt.

Even if I was on vacation, the writer brain never really shut down. I’m willing to predict some of my observations and experiences will show up in a book eventually. Here are a few.

On approach

The Travel Process
Our trip began with a flight to Bergen, Norway. Lacking the Enterprise’s transporter, it was Denver to Frankfurt, then to Oslo, then to Bergen. Note to travelers: just because your ticket shows Bergen as your final destination, and because the luggage tags say that’s where it’s going, if you’re going through Norway, it’s not that easy. Something about not being part of the EU, I think, but your baggage is offloaded in Oslo, and you have wait to reclaim it, recheck it, go through passport control and security. And Norway wants everything scanned. We put our hand luggage through the same way we had in Denver, but here they wanted laptops, tablets, cameras, and even one of the Hubster’s lenses. Did they ask for all of these at once? No. They asked about laptops, etc., so we took out our iPads and they sent them back through. Then they asked if we had cameras, and we repeated the process.

We had 90 minutes between flights, and that wasn’t nearly enough given the size of the airport and how many different “stations” we had to find, so we had to get booked on the next flight (fortunately, there are frequent ones), and then figure out how to notify the tour company, which would be meeting our original flight, that we would be late. Helps if you’ve used a travel agent. Helps even more if said agent is your son.

Anyone seeing any plot complications, tension, conflict here?

Communication
Given Bergen is a lot closer to Europe than the US, most of the passengers were from what we’d consider “somewhere else.” I was impressed and embarrassed at how almost everyone could manage to communicate in English. We Americans expect to be understood (and if we’re not, we speak louder), but it’s an arrogant assumption. I made the effort to use my VERY rudimentary German where appropriate. The people I spoke with were good-natured about it and helped me out, but my mastery of their language didn’t come close to their mastery of mine, and they tended to answer me in English. We spent some time with a couple from the Netherlands, and they had little trouble switching from English to German to Dutch.

And, speaking of languages, the primary language on the trip was English, but they repeated all announcements in German and French as well. They offered listening devices to anyone requesting them, and they had staff translating all the lectures as they were presented, which were transmitted to the deivces. What if one of the translators was unreliable? Sneaking coded information to some passengers?

Well, How About Them Apples?
In books, coincidences have to be dealt with very carefully. When we were seated at dinner the first night, the couple next to us spoke “American” and, of course, we asked where they were from. “Colorado.” Could I use that in a book? I’m not sure it would be believable, but they were from the Denver area, so about 2 hours from where I live.

Suckling pig, carving station MS Spitsbergen

Food
Food, of course, has infinite possibilities. Our ship served all meals buffet style, and there was an abundance of choices. How would characters react to seeing a suckling pig at the carving station? Or five varieties of herring? Three flavors of ice cream (plus toppings, of course).

People
Then there are the characters. There’s the one who makes sure she’s right next to the guide on tours, asking constant questions designed to show off her knowledge of any subject imaginable rather than care what the guide’s answers were. Or the two young couples on a ship filled with predominantly “mature” individuals.

Okay, I’ve droned on long enough. And, as a thank you for reading this far, here are a few pictures. I’ll have more as I work through them, but it’s been slow going. There have been computer issues, which I’m “solving” by getting a new PC, but that’s another whole set of complications.

If there’s interest in me sharing trip details, since our stops were at places far from what most of us probably think of as cruise destinations. Have you ever been to Lerwick, Elduvik, Akureyri, Tórshavn, or Bakkagerði?. Have you ever heard of them? Could you find them on a map? I couldn’t have. Let me know and I’ll follow up with a more “travelogue” style post or two.

Storefronts, Bergen, Norway

Bergen, Norway, waterfront

Signpost, top of Mount Fløyen, Bergen, Norway

Bakkagerði street

Puffin, Iceland

Would you feel guilty taking a pure vacation, TKZers? Any questions about the trip?

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Terry Odell is an award-winning author of Mystery and Romantic Suspense, although she prefers to think of them all as “Mysteries with Relationships.”