On Tuesdays, bloggers share a “slice of life” and post the link at Two Writing Teachers. I wrote this slice of life post in mid-air.
On my flight to New Orleans, that is.
Early morning flights go like this:
I get on board.
I write a little till I feel it’s too close to take-off. (I’m not scared of flying but the anticipation makes it hard to focus on writing.)
I stow my journal and pen in the seat back pocket. I close my eyes and wait.
The plane starts to lumber/glide forward on its tiny wheels. It’s like the motion of a rolling suitcase over sidewalks cracks — but instead of dragging the luggage behind me, I’m inside it.
Somewhere between the initial movement, the plane’s nose lifting skyward, and our peak altitude, I fall asleep.
My nap lasts only 10 or 15 minutes every time, because sooner or later…
A speaker above my header broadcasts the announcement that we may now turn on our portable electronic devices.
I can’t fall back to sleep after this.
I’ve taken more than 30 flights in the past 7 years.
How have I not thought to bring earplugs before now?