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To the woman, the authors I've met who are repped by Deidre Knight find her fab. And I respect greatly the way she nurtures new authors while ushering along writers who've established a reader base. You wouldn't think she'd have time to write books, but she does and they're great. "Parallel Seduction" is out now, the follow-up to "Parallel Heat." An RBtheBlog vet, please offer Deidre a TGIF buongiorno...
Do you remember when you were little and flying was a truly big deal? Maybe you even dressed up because this was air travel. After spending forty-five minutes in security this past weekend while traveling to Boston (breaking out in a truly voluminous sweat, I might add, but hey, I was leaving ATL headed for much colder terrain), I want to analyze modern air travel.
What’s up with the defibrillators located all over the nation’s airports? Okay, I get it: The post-modern travel stress is obviously inducing record-level heart attacks. Heck, I was on the verge of one this past Friday, blotting at my forehead, waving my boarding pass at my face. Still, do any of you want some medically uninitiated traveler applying paddles to your chest if you pass out? Just for kicks, I studied the glass cases this weekend. You know what? There’s not even a bit of direction or warning. It’s just, “Hey! Go world, you can use these things.” Maybe it’s all a big disguise for re-energizing the wearied traveler!
My sister and I were heading to
As I walk the two miles from long-term parking to the gate, I tend to categorize my fellow travelers. There are the weavers—the ones who walk super-slow, zig-zagging in front of you, blocking any possibility of passing. This one is especially fun if you’re (undoubtedly) leaving from the farthest gate at the terminal. There are also the draggers: The travelers with rolling bags who trail them far behind at a nearly horizontal angle so you trip repeatedly.
Another favorite: The “brain surgeons.” I’m a Blackberry chick, so I definitely empathize with that twitchy need to connect. But that doesn’t ease my impatience with the business travelers (usually male) who snap open their cell phones the minute the plane hits the tarmac, talking loudly. “Bill, still got those brains on ice? I’ll be in surgery in thirty!” I mean, it ought to be that life and death based on the apparent urgency.
What does this have to do with my Midnight Warrior series? Absolutely nothing, except this: I know my Refarians travel in style. Good coffee, lots of leg room, and plenty of perks. How do I know that? Because I’m writing my own fantasies. Hot men, cushy travel, and no “weavers.” Oh, the humanity! Maybe aliens really are more human than we are after all.
"What's your best, worst, funniest air travel story?"