I really ought to post something about Halloween today. It’s all tied up in one of the genres I write. I’m just too pooped.
The seminar was good. It was a nice mixture of basic and fringe issues, and well worth attending. On day two, I became “that guy.”
I was going to write out the whole Inigo Montoya line, but Guardians of the Galaxy is about 30 years more recent.
Half the attendees were Columbus, Ohio locals. They stuck together and went out for the evenings. I never even walked outside my hotel the whole time I was there. I used Google maps, and never found anything all that exciting. Several people went to German Town, and it sounded interesting. It was about a two mile walk in the rain though. I’m also like a creature from the Never Never, you have to invite me.
Don’t feel too bad for me. There was a World Series and beer available at the hotel.
I attended the last day of my seminar and headed for the airport. (For some reason, I have that damned Pretenders song, about Ohio, stuck in my head now.)
I spent a major portion of my day on planes or in airports. There was a half hour wait in Chicago where I didn’t deplane. We got to Phoenix 20 minutes ahead of time. That sounded awesome, until I added that to my three hour layover. The plane to Boise was late. Even more layover time, yay.
I started reading Conor Kelly and the Fenian King. It’s awesome so far.
I got to people watch, and that’s important for writers. There were the ones who talk with their cell phones on speaker phone, so everyone has to observe them. There was the cute blonde in a suit who had two cell phones and an iPad going at once. Then there were the ones who have to carry everything they own onto the plane. They get upset when they have to check a bag. One woman had a screaming match over the phone in some language I don’t speak. Another traveller finally asked her to tone it down.
I turned my knee getting onto the final plane. I was sliding sideways to claim a window seat, and my foot caught on the mounting bracket for the seats ahead of me. It was like one of those ankle rolls when a guy slides into second and hooks a spike. My lower leg went sideways, an audible snap rang through the cabin, and I went down. I was cool though. Casual observers thought I sat down with authority.
My leg screamed as we taxied around the airport. We taxied so much I thought maybe they were driving from Phoenix to Boise. I decided to sleep, since it was about 10:00 PM. I managed about a half hour.
The stewardess came over the speakers. “Please remember to use headphones or turn the volume off on your electronic devices. SOME OF YOUR FELLOW PASSENGERS ARE TRYING TO SLEEP. PLEASE BE COURTEOUS!”
It was kind of like having Sam Kinison tell you good morning. At least my knee stopped throbbing. The sentiment was short lived.
When we landed, my knee cracked and I went down again. I limped down the causeway. I nearly went down again getting off the escalator. (De-escalator since I was going downstairs?”) Climbing into my truck was another adventure.
I assumed a night’s sleep would remedy my knee problems. (12:30 AM, by the way.) That wasn’t the case either. Today, I have to plan ahead to go pee. The treadmill misses me, but that isn’t happening today.
This stuff is easier to write about than a creative Halloween post would be. I got some nice insight into characters. My Muse even visited me over Kansas somewhere with a great short story idea. (Does anyone have any ideas how to write an actual short story? What are we shooting for, about 30K words?)