Bookreporter and flying
I made a friend recently. Carol Fitzgerald runs a Web site called www.bookreporter.com. It’s fabulous. If you love lit, you gotta bookmark it.
But that’s not my point today.
Carol had this lovely essay this morning (it’s 3:49 a.m. Pacific Time, so you gotta wonder when she posted this. And what insomnia traits we share.)
Katy King, my girlfriend*, and I love to fly to Europe. People think we’re crazy when we say that. The process of being in an airliner is freaking fun. But Carol explained it today better than I ever could:
Carol writes: “As I bang out this note, I am flying to L.A. I love long flights as they give me time to write, read and think. On the ground I always have something to do and some place to be, whereas up in the air I can stay in the moment. I am one of those folks not really jazzed about the thought of WiFi in the air. I need a few hours once in a while to pretend I am catching up; of course, when I land, I am even further behind. We flew above the clouds for a while there, which always is such an unreal experience. I think I see the snow-covered Rockies out my window right now. I am glad not to be dealing with snow.”
Yes. Exactly. That’s why we love flying, too.
Carol writes about writers while kindly pretending she isn’t one. A lot of journalists do that.
(•Yes, for those of you who’ve met Katy, she’s way, way out of my league. Agreed.)