SO I made it! YAY!
I didn’t have the best experience on my second flight. On the first I had a flock of Nuns on board with me so those of you who know me KNOW how happy this made me! I felt safe, protected ( hello? Brides of Christs, peeps!) and so calm.
Then the second flight happened.
What is it about some men that feel they have the right to manspread? To invade your personal space without a care? A thought? The guy sitting next to me was about 6 feet 2 and almost as wide. When he shoved himself into the middle seat ( his wife was at the window) I lost more than a third of my personal space because took over 1/3 of my seat. I even put the arm rest down between us but that just made him spread his arm all over it, so I had absolutely no room to put my arm. He was touching me from shoulder to knees for 4 friggin’ hours! I wanted to work on my WIP but when when I opened my laptop I realized I needed my left hand to type and if I wanted to do that, I hit him continually with the movement.
So horrible. You think he would have gotten the message, but who am I kidding? The guy reeked of entitlement and masculine douchery. Is that even a word? Don’t know, don’t care, because it describes him perfectly.
I’m here now, and ready to party, that rude gentleman relegated to a quick mention in a blog piece. On the agenda today is the Contemporary Romance Writers Retreat all day long. The speakers are R.L. Syme and my writing spirit guide, Damon Suede. Oh, and BTW, I’m a finalist in the CRW Stiletto contest in the Romantic Suspense division. Pretty cool, huh?
More later. Off to learn things…..