A few years ago I had an idea to write a story about a group of friends who travel around the US competing in triathlons, half marathons and other adventure races. The idea was to have a murder or two to occur on the way and for one of the RV riders to be the killer. As they raced more and more, and traveled on and on, the tension would ramp up both because the racers would get tired, but also because of the natural cabin fever that the RV trip would create.
It always seemed like a good idea, I just never got around to developing it further. One problem was that I remember the times I traveled with my lacrosse team in college. We would usually play lacrosse, sleep, eat, and drink. That's about it. Lots and lots of sleeping. Not much tension in that.
I've decided that if I really want to ramp up the tension and frustration one of the racers needs to bring along his wife, his two year old and his four year old. This would rapidly develop some frustration and aggravation. I have first-hand knowledge of just how much tension and aggravation it creates. This is our third day in the motor-coach and the two children alone have produced so much anxiety I'm about to yank my eyeballs out. The wife's complaints are just icing on the cake.
I think its time to pull that ole idea out of the cupboard and revisit the RV story.
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