By
Dora Machado
Has this ever happened to you?
I was flying from Colorado to Tampa when the guy sitting in
front of me, 11 C to be exact, decided to settle for a nap. Crunch. With a violent shove, the back
of his seat smashed down on me, my knees, and my brand new laptop. I could've used the Jaws of Life to extricate my
laptop from the jam, or perhaps the assistance of the flight attendant, who
ignored my predicament with an indifferent shrug. For the rest of the flight, I
stared at the man's balding pate, practically laying in my lap. Score one of
the gods of mischief. 11 C unhinged both my laptop and my muse.
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-Ã -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.
LOL.
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.