Flash Fiction Friday

I recently took the train from Ottawa to Toronto. It was a very snowy day. After a slow cab ride to the station, we left 1 1/2 hours late, and the 4 1/2 hour trip took almost six hours.  But, I had some interesting reading with me, my fellow passengers were an interesting and eclectic group, business class meant a lounge to wait in,  and once on board we got a hot supper with free drinks. A lot of free drinks. And a gracious hostess/service attendant. So, while I was eager to get to my destination, I relaxed and enjoyed the journey, chatting, handing out business cards (for my books) of course, observing, taking notes. Granted, I wasn't in economy class with crying babies, but I've been there and done that. 

Life is a series of journeys too, to be either enjoyed (or occasionally endured) until we reach a particular destination. Or an unexpected one, such as the final one we all will get to in this life.  Writing also is a journey. We have in mind a destination, a perfectly written story. Or maybe even farther, a successful career and a villa in the sun. But we still have to focus on the journey, on the many writery steps needed to get there. I lost that focus this week, and was so concerned with a perfectly crafted story that I first tried to plot and structure to perfection, and then proceeded edit as I wrote, looking for the best every sentence and paragraph possible. Bad move. 

Prompt  - For this week, write about a journey. And for bonus points, make it by train. Have fun.