Another "just for the heck of it" post.
What's it been, three months since my last one? Yeah, having an actual life tends to get in the way of stuff like (shutter) "blogging". I seriously hate that word.
Anyhow, a few random snippets from my current happenings:
As I sit here, my cat, the famous Crabby, peacefully naps behind me with her paw over her face.
According to my Windows Vista sidebar internet weather dohickey, the current weather where I am is 68° and cloudy.
An observation confirmed by a look out my window.
Yeah, I can hear you now. You're saying: "BORING! And besides, what are you doing 'blogging' at noon on a Thursday!?
I thought you said you have a life! Doesn't seem like it to me! LOL"
Well aren't you Mr. Smarty Pants! It's called 'vacation'. Duh! I only wanted this Saturday off, but when I put in for it my boss lady said that I wasn't allowed to break up my remaining vacation days. It so happens FedEx has a policy that you must have 10 years of consecutive employment before you're allowed to break up vacation. Tools. So anyway, boss lady said I would have to take the three days I had left all at once. I said "Okay, no big deal." So that's why I'm (shutter shutter) "blogging" at noon on Thursday. Now that's enough about that.
I believe I mentioned before that I was working on a new short story. It's coming along rather nicely, though I haven't quite figured out a good ending yet. The basic premise I wanted to write about is the joy, and freedom, that a pilot feels when he goes flying above the clouds on a rainy, overcast day. I was actually having so much fun writing it that I decided to make the story a little deeper by adding some background. Also, I wanted my pilot's character to be a bit more personable then the stereotypical chiseled jawed fortysomething man with a crew cut, cool sunglasses, and an enormous wristwatch. (Though, that is very cool, if I may say so!)
So, I decided to make him a her. To me, there's something... sexy, about a pretty young woman flying an airplane. I imagine that a female reader would find my story about a woman pilot affirming and liberating. And I suppose, to some extent, that is the idea I'm trying to convey. But, to me, it's just plain hot.
Hey, I'm still a guy.
The following is an excerpt from the new background I'm writing into the story. Enjoy!
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After a couple minutes, she neared the top of the overcast. Rita began to see the mist around her brighten, here and there patches of blue sky. Before she new it, Rita had burst into the clear air above the clouds. For a moment she was dazzled by the light. The sun was high to her left, its rays beaming down around her; bright and intense. This was what she had come for. She had not seen the sun for weeks, and now... Now here she was, high in the sunlit silence. Up here, above the clouds and the haze and the pollution, the air was clear and clean. The sky was a burning azure blue that grew darker as she looked up. At that moment she was struck by the memory of her very first airplane ride...
Wearing a green flight suit, and a white helmet that felt about a size too large for her head, she sat strapped into the back seat of a T-38 Talon. The Talon is a beautiful little trainer with graceful, sweeping curves, and two General Electric turbojet engines that could push it just beyond the speed of sound. The pilot in the front seat was Air Force Lt. Colonel Jake Bannister, a close friend of Rita's father.
Growing up, Rita was always fascinated by airplanes. When she finished high school she had finally decided to become a pilot, much to dad's chagrin. He'd felt it was too dangerous for his little girl. But, Rita persisted. Thinking he would use some reverse psychology, dad asked his friend Jake to take Rita for a rip roaring ride, and maybe scare some sense into her. Jake agreed to the flight, but not to the idea of scaring the pretty young lady away from flying, though he had kept that thought to himself. And so, there she was; leaving the ground for the first time, in the back seat of a sleek little jet.
Anyhow, a few random snippets from my current happenings:
As I sit here, my cat, the famous Crabby, peacefully naps behind me with her paw over her face.
Some of you are looking at my bedspread, saying: "He must've gone to that sale at Pennies!"
According to my Windows Vista sidebar internet weather dohickey, the current weather where I am is 68° and cloudy.
An observation confirmed by a look out my window.
Yeah, I can hear you now. You're saying: "BORING! And besides, what are you doing 'blogging' at noon on a Thursday!?
I thought you said you have a life! Doesn't seem like it to me! LOL"
Well aren't you Mr. Smarty Pants! It's called 'vacation'. Duh! I only wanted this Saturday off, but when I put in for it my boss lady said that I wasn't allowed to break up my remaining vacation days. It so happens FedEx has a policy that you must have 10 years of consecutive employment before you're allowed to break up vacation. Tools. So anyway, boss lady said I would have to take the three days I had left all at once. I said "Okay, no big deal." So that's why I'm (shutter shutter) "blogging" at noon on Thursday. Now that's enough about that.
I believe I mentioned before that I was working on a new short story. It's coming along rather nicely, though I haven't quite figured out a good ending yet. The basic premise I wanted to write about is the joy, and freedom, that a pilot feels when he goes flying above the clouds on a rainy, overcast day. I was actually having so much fun writing it that I decided to make the story a little deeper by adding some background. Also, I wanted my pilot's character to be a bit more personable then the stereotypical chiseled jawed fortysomething man with a crew cut, cool sunglasses, and an enormous wristwatch. (Though, that is very cool, if I may say so!)
So, I decided to make him a her. To me, there's something... sexy, about a pretty young woman flying an airplane. I imagine that a female reader would find my story about a woman pilot affirming and liberating. And I suppose, to some extent, that is the idea I'm trying to convey. But, to me, it's just plain hot.
Hey, I'm still a guy.
The following is an excerpt from the new background I'm writing into the story. Enjoy!
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After a couple minutes, she neared the top of the overcast. Rita began to see the mist around her brighten, here and there patches of blue sky. Before she new it, Rita had burst into the clear air above the clouds. For a moment she was dazzled by the light. The sun was high to her left, its rays beaming down around her; bright and intense. This was what she had come for. She had not seen the sun for weeks, and now... Now here she was, high in the sunlit silence. Up here, above the clouds and the haze and the pollution, the air was clear and clean. The sky was a burning azure blue that grew darker as she looked up. At that moment she was struck by the memory of her very first airplane ride...
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Wearing a green flight suit, and a white helmet that felt about a size too large for her head, she sat strapped into the back seat of a T-38 Talon. The Talon is a beautiful little trainer with graceful, sweeping curves, and two General Electric turbojet engines that could push it just beyond the speed of sound. The pilot in the front seat was Air Force Lt. Colonel Jake Bannister, a close friend of Rita's father.
Growing up, Rita was always fascinated by airplanes. When she finished high school she had finally decided to become a pilot, much to dad's chagrin. He'd felt it was too dangerous for his little girl. But, Rita persisted. Thinking he would use some reverse psychology, dad asked his friend Jake to take Rita for a rip roaring ride, and maybe scare some sense into her. Jake agreed to the flight, but not to the idea of scaring the pretty young lady away from flying, though he had kept that thought to himself. And so, there she was; leaving the ground for the first time, in the back seat of a sleek little jet.
posted by Daniel at
4/17/2008 12:30:00 AM
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