Notes on a Flight

[kiya]

I'm writing this on the plane; I'm writing because right at the moment I can't read and I can't write fiction and . . . thing. My brain is utterly full.

But before that. First note on a flight: when suffering from an apparent twenty-four hour course of the runs, do not, and I mean do not, intend to take a six-hour flight in the middle of this. Trust me.


I just finished -- well, not just, because when I'd just finished I could only sort of sit and stare and listen to the Gregorian chant version of "Don't Give Up", which seemed pretty damned appropriate and stuff -- take it as given that that bit is there and allow me a little license -- I just finished reading Pratchett's Night Watch.

I saw it in a booth at PCon and picked it up on a whimsy when I was getting something for brooksmoses.

My mind is full. I have over an hour of flight left, and I can't read anything, because I need to digest that before I eat anything else. I can't even finish Tam Lin, familiar as it is; starting the Brust I picked up at Feldman's is inconceivable.

I'll write about the con and the trip and the weekend later.

So full.

Added later: The city is like skeins of glowing copper and a couple strands of silver strewn across the landscape, run through with luminous flowing chains of pale gold and occasionally spangled with red.

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[nex0s.livejournal.com]

i was flying into chicago at night
watching the lake turn into blue green smoke
the sun was setting to the left of the plane
and the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow
i'm 27D
i was behind the wing
watching landscape roll out
like credits on a screen
~ Liz Phair

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