Flying the downside

The flight to Orlando, FL for the conference we took the Red Eye, something I’d never done previously and something I hope never to do again unless I have Bose headsets and a very nice neck pillow!  I cat napped (which if it was Cat would be fun, but…) through the flight and arrived too awake to sleep yet still tired.

On the way back our flight was delayed.  At first it was just delayed by 30 minutes due to the incoming plane was late.  Then it was delayed another hour because the plane had arrived with mechanical difficulties.  Then several more hours and finally they gave up trying to fix our plane and worked on finding us another plane. 

Once said plane was found we had to wait on a pilot that didn’t have too many “hour” in the air to fly us the 5 hours straight to LAX.  So originally we were supposed to fly into LAX at 9pm and instead we arrived in at 1am.  Lucky for me my brother has a similar humor  on the curves life throws you so he rolls with the news he gets to pick us up at 1am with a joking humor.

Waiting during the delay wasn’t too bad.  Mom’s Platinum AMEX gets us into the first class lounge of Delta and we wait in style with free drinks, cheese N crackers and cookies.  We broke into our flight lunch eventually and I did get to check my emails online.  It was there I finished the first run of editing Cat and got her down to 117,800 words.  Still too high by 20,000 words.  Sigh.

Delta gave us free movies on the flight but I was too tired and cat napped the whole flight home.  And discovered the plus side of sleeping on the airplane.  Its wonderful for my muse.  My cap naps start with me priming my brain with picturing a scene (which is how I put myself to sleep) and I end up in dream mode and that’s where I get some of my most interesting characters and scenes.

After all, writer’s need time alone with their thoughts and scenes just as much as they need time on their computer.  Apparently my muse is so “easy” it’ll take any time alone to try and move my writing along. 

So even my muse is a slut.  Surprised?

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