A birds of a feather thing here!
An exotic trip for me is to take the Significant Other to the airport so she can go visit someone...somewhere. I don't like flying (because of a cantankerous bad back) and because I don't like flying. live with it but my mind disappears into books and I get my vicarious travel adventures through them.
My first book was Leaving Saigon, 560p biography about my S.O.'s growing up in Saigon.
The next was Sterling: For the Republic, 470p about a financial collapse and an extended family of very normal people. I like it a lot.
And then, Hunter's Junes: 680p of 20 consecutive June diaries about the relationship between a man and two women. Not quite as boring as it may sound. More complicated than just a diary.
And, in between life and trying to keep up with Steemit, I'm working on a sequel to the Sterling book. Steemit has gummed up my plans!
It's all for fun because, when my mind is clear and I can forget about the chores not being done, I really enjoy creating people and writing dialog. I have no illusions about it being whatever the magic "good" is, but I just enjoy the process of creating an imaginary world with imaginary people who usually become very real to me.
This is awesome. Sequels are where it's at for sure in books. I am not a fiction reader or writer and I give you kudos for doing it. I just try to stay here in my real world.
Maybe you need to look into cruising. That would be easy on your back. Or save up (or get points) and fly first class. Check you tube and see amazing first class seating and beds these days - much nicer than any place I live!
Steemit has a way of messing other things up. My coaching business is becoming a memory :)
My day started with getting up at one AM to get the spouse to the airport before five. Then, I took the dogs for a walk in the park and was home at seven.
After that, I spent five hours doing outdoor work removing a large climbing rose vine that was beyond the trimming stage in its life. It was way too hot for that in the direct sunshine! In addition to getting multiple stings from wasps the day before, I was not in a Steemit mood afterwards.
In short, life happens and that does not always include doing things I would prefer to be doing. I was mentally working on a short story, and it is still in active memory...along with the outdoor project I started before the hurricane passed through last weekend.
I must enjoy it or I would not keep at it. Maybe.
Travel? I think about it but would also carry the guilt of not being doing something productive with my time. Too much Puritan work ethic, I think.
I write in my head too. This is why I do not mind waiting in lines. Travel is productive. It restores your soul and broadens your horizons. And you can make money writing about your travels :)
SOME people can make money writing about travel.
I outline and compose stories all the time. My problem is having the time to sit and focus my thoughts and actually write. I have fragments everywhere, including 106 pages of a book I cannot get back to.
My "quiet time" is when I hear the voice of guilt reminding me that there are chores to be done.
Isaac Asimov wrote his books over a three day weekend. Over 200 of them. Don't I wish!