Tuesday, January 20, 2015
The Not-So Friendly Skies
Has this ever happened to you?
I have a love-hate relationship with planes and airports. I love traveling, but I hate the process of getting there. The long security lines that range from the strange to the absurd rankle me. Do they really make us safe or is it all perception-based make believe? The uptight travelers and the grumpy flight attendants drive me crazy. Are we paying customers or human cargo? I hate to admit it, but every once in a while when I'm traveling, I have to suppress an impulse to shout at the top of my lungs something along the lines of "travelers of the world, unite!"
It wasn't always like this. I have distant memories of the friendly skies and every once in a while I score a pleasant flight on a carrier that doesn't charge extra for your suitcase--or your next breath—and still considers smiling an important requirement in their job descriptions. But still, I fly an awful lot and I long for the kinder times where we weren't all looking at one another as potential terrorists across the aisle and my knees were not bruised after every flight.
Don't get me wrong. I understand the economics about selling more seats per airplane. I've also heard about the arguments that Americans are getting bigger vis-à-vis airplane seats. Okay, fine. Let's stick to our diets, America. But sometimes, when I board a plane and look around me, I suspect that somewhere, someone is playing a joke on all of us. Only miniature elves could fit in some of those narrow, jam-packed seats, and even then, their tiny knees might end up as bruised as mine.
As a writer, I do an awful lot of work while in the air. Those hours are vital to my schedule. And while I'm willing to sacrifice my knees for the thrill of the journey, my laptop is sacred. It's hard enough to work in the cramped quarters as it is, but when 11 C slams down his seat without warning and smacks down my laptop like a swatter on a fly, this usually chill traveler sees red.
Which is why I've come up with my own rules for flying. Unless the flight is very long, I don't recline my seat. Period. It maintains an illusion of space and it really helps the person behind me if she or he is using a laptop. If I must recline my seat during those longer flights, I look back to make sure I'm not going to smash the other person's laptop, device, or carryon dinner. If the person is awake, I inform them I'm about to recline the seat a couple of inches and do so slowly.
Did you get all of that, 11 C? It's called common courtesy and, I promise, it won't hurt you.
BTW--and since we're talking about writers on planes--maybe we should address one other little tiny issue while we're at it. If someone is using a laptop or a device near me, I typically avert my eyes from the content. Nothing is more unnerving to a working author than a nosy neighbor peering into one's half-formed prose.
Yeah, I'm talking to you 12 D.
Tampa Airport at Night
Dora Machado is the award-winning author of the epic fantasy Stonewiser series and her newest novel, The Curse Giver, available from Twilight Times Books. She is one only a few Hispanic women writing fantasy in the United States today. She grew up in the Dominican Republic, where she developed a fascination for writing and a taste for Merengue. After a lifetime of straddling such compelling but different worlds, fantasy is a natural fit to her stories.
When she is not writing fiction, Dora also writes features for the award-winning blog Murder By Four and Savvy Authors, where writers help writers. She lives in Florida with her indulgent husband and two very opinionated cats.